Ophiolite
Recalcitrant Procrastinating Ape
"At first Arthur was surprised as he peered into the pit, for, contrary to his expectations it seemed empty. Gradually though, like a landscape appearing through a mist burned off by the rising sun, he began to make out shapes; dim, gargantuan, with a hint of movement and potential for more. Growth continued, not in size, but in vitality and colour and a sense of purpose. Arthur was carried along and aloft by a burgeoning sense of wonder, allied to panic. He did not, could not, recognise that this other, soul-capturing world dwelt entirely in his mind, a mind now compromised beyond surcease."
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