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... motion, like the breeze after the rainstorm, like a lively stage play slowly coming to an end, the passengers in the cabin still kept their posture of sitting stiffly, they didn’t even realize that it was over— But soon, a calm voice sounded from the cabin.
I am Kant.
The Star Bridge project was a success.
Outside the porthole is a flat meadow, and in the distance are dark undulating mountains.
It was not a dream, but a landscape called Goethe on the other side of the ...
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