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I |
live at
the bottom of a sea, in the precinct of the Muses. In the city of Sin, god of
the Moon, where his crescent with the star of the Cyprian Astarte are an icon
for the law of the land. Where Comus, the god of misrule, ephemerally is
rallied with the gods of revelry in Saturnalian pomp; an enchanted place by
Notus, the South Wind, whom sojourns occasionally with the company of Typhoon
and the wandering spirits of the oceans as they whisper mystic prophecies for
the future of man.
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O, where would you find me?