Her hair is made of ribbons of 8s. 8888888. Her name is full of triangles that collapse into religious shapes. The true-hearted will be sorted out in due time, she says. The impostors will make themselves known. She blows out some green smoke. Those of us who know, she goes, are beginning to know we know. We’re waking up now because something is coming. Everyone feels it. Nobody knows if it will be a war, a plague, or maybe something really positive like people we love coming out from their graves. But something, from somewhere, is definitely coming. All you can do to prepare for the wars which will be born in 2024 is find the people who are on your side now. Ahead of time. Right in front of you...
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