The Passenger
You, ferryman, what land is this?
It is your future.
Then we cannot stop here now.
It has come early. Disembark.
I will not leave the boat.
The sea has left you.
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Think Charon, the River Styx, but somewhere now, some land you cross yourself, every day.
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Very effective.
Yikes. Yes. *