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“Faster.
The finish line is ahead.
It always is.”
Races in circles.
Chariot of lunar gold.
Wheels spinning endlessly.
Reins gripped in hope.
He believes the next lap is the last.
He believes the circle will end.
It does not.
The Chariot Driver is the lunar dream of speed.
He races with perfect form.
He races the same track forever.
He is the motion that mistakes movement for arrival.
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
The Chariot Driver is the illusion of progress.
He moves fast.
He arrives nowhere.
He is the racer who believes the circle is a line.
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