Hyperspace Harvest
The whale is sick, dear child. Grow crops on its skin. Fight cells in its flesh. This is your purpose in this world. For the whale is god and it is sick and you are the remedy.?
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The whale is sick, dear child. Grow crops on its skin. Fight cells in its flesh. This is your purpose in this world. For the whale is god and it is sick and you are the remedy.?
