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I’m get­ting old.
But my inner child exi­sts out of time.

This child loves elves, ancient arti­facts and Machu Pic­chu.
Even dra­gons, mechs and Arra­kis.
And games, games of cour­se.

Loves use­less but inspi­ring things.

This child is lau­ghing out loud
using
Blen­der.

My friend, tre­at your inner child with respect.
Look at him.
Take care of him.
Let him talk, let him laugh.

Let him live.

On this bor­der­land.
On this waste­land.

In the heart of the endless night.