![]() I glide up near the towers, back to an area I‘d been avoiding after accidentally frying my precious carnival-going cargo and watching blackened corpses fall from the sky. This is a world with its own often-opaque internal logic, and I’m momentarily stuck as I try to decipher it. ![]() I’ve even scooped them back up as they drift slowly down, umbrella in hand, after being spat out of the curious vacuum-like machines hovering in mid-air. So far I’ve dropped them all over this world – into Ferris wheel carousels, onto see-saws and atop plinths. Hitchhikers hop onto my back as I surf the skies.
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