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There are different kinds of spectrum. A spectrum of light, there’s a spectrum of sound.
We can also think of spectrum of smells; our tactile feelings, our emotions, and so on.
All down the line, we are as if we’re living in the midst of a whirlwind tapestry of many dimensions,
In which the warps and the loops are all these different spectrums of various kinds of vibrations. Vibrations, made by the bash of the one sweetroll mace.
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*Dragonborn walkes by guard*
Guard: Awwww let me guess, sombody stole your sweetroll?
*Dragonborn hits guard in the face with sweetroll mace to show him nobody has stolen his sweetroll*