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Chiffer<\/strong> Salongen kallar p\u00e5 dina v\u00e4sen. H\u00e4r \u00e4r inget logiskt – som planerat.
Chiffre<\/strong> Le salon appelle tes \u00eatres. Ici, rien n’a de sens – exactement comme pr\u00e9vu.
Cipher<\/strong> The salon calls your beings. Here nothing makes sense – exactly as planned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Mellanrummet<\/strong> Varken d\u00e5tid eller framtid h\u00e5ller dig – ett \u00f6gonblick f\u00e5ngat i tyst driv.
Dans l’intervalle<\/strong> Ni pass\u00e9 ni futur ne te retient – un instant pris dans la d\u00e9rive silencieuse.
in the in-between<\/strong> Neither past nor future holds you – a moment caught in silence drift.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Det \u00e4r v\u00e5r tid nu<\/strong> Tystnaden sprack som en frukt – n\u00e5got dolt hade alltid haft en r\u00f6st.
C’est notre temps maintenant<\/strong> Le silence s’est fendu comme un fruit – ce qui \u00e9tait cach\u00e9 avait une voix depuis toujours.
It’s our time now<\/strong> The silence split like fruit – something hidden had a voice all along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Spelet \u00e4r f\u00f6rlorat<\/strong> Gnistor ur spruckna klackar – papperstronen ryker – snart faller den.
Le jeu est perdu<\/strong> \u00c9tincelles des talons fendus – Tr\u00f4ne de papier fum\u00e9 – chute proche.
The game is lost<\/strong> Sparks from cracked heals – papper throne smoke – collapse nears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Djuplodaren<\/strong> Ju djupare du g\u00e5r, desto mindre fungerar spr\u00e5ket.
Le sondeur des profondeurs<\/strong> Plus tu plonges, moins le langage fonctionne.
The deep diver<\/strong> The deeper you go, the less the language works.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Ytlingen<\/strong> Sf\u00e4ren glimmar, ytan tror avgrunden \u00e4r pynt.
Le superficiel<\/strong> La sph\u00e8re scintille, La surface prend l’abime pour du d\u00e9cor.
The surface dweller<\/strong> The orb gleams, the surface takes the abyss for decoration.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Farsoter<\/strong> Fasor sm\u00e4lter samman, fr\u00e5n alla h\u00e5ll. Sammet och paljetter dansar p\u00e5 dina \u00f6gonlock.
Fl\u00e9aux<\/strong> Terreurs fusionnent, de tous cot\u00e9s. Velours et paillettes dansent sur tes paupi\u00e8res.
Plagues<\/strong> Fears meld, from everyside. Velvet and sequins dance on your eyeslids.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Bunkring<\/strong> Du har samlat f\u00f6r mycket av det du inte kan namnge.
Stockage<\/strong> Tu as accumul\u00e9 trop de choses que tu ne peux pas nommer.
Hoarding<\/strong> You’ve gathered too much of what you cannot name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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H\u00e4nf\u00f6raren<\/strong> Bakom slutna \u00f6gonlock dansar ett g\u00e4ckande tankefoster.
L’enchanteur<\/strong> Derri\u00e8re les paupi\u00e8res closes danse un fant\u00f4me de la pens\u00e9e insaisissable.
The enchanter<\/strong> Behind shut eyelids, an elusive brain-child dances.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Svansviftaren<\/strong> Spegeln visar p\u00e4ls och solsken, men vem ser gallren bakom?
L’agiteur de queue<\/strong> le miroir refl\u00e8te de la fourrure et du soleil, mais qui voit les barreaux derri\u00e8re?
The tail-wagger<\/strong> The mirror shows fur and sunlight, but who sees the bars behind?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Horror Horace<\/strong> En av m\u00e5nga i en ruttnande \u00f6verenskommelse.
Horreur Horace<\/strong> Un parmi d’autres dans un pacte moisi.
Horror Horace<\/strong> One of many in a moldy pact.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sankta Sara<\/strong> Det kr\u00e4vs framtidsluft och sidentyg f\u00f6r att v\u00e4dra ut det f\u00f6rg\u00e5ngna.
Sainte Sara<\/strong> Il faut de l’air du futur et de la soie pour chasser l’odeur du pass\u00e9.
Saint Sara<\/strong> It takes future air and silk to cleanse the scent of the past.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Inv\u00e4rtes nattuggla<\/strong> Skogen r\u00f6r sig inom dig.
Oiseau de nuit<\/strong> \u00e0 l’int\u00e9rieur la for\u00eat s’installe en toi.
Inward Night Owl<\/strong> The forest moves inside you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Tankev\u00e4rk<\/strong> Id\u00e9er med taggar in\u00e5t.
Douleur de pens\u00e9e<\/strong> Des id\u00e9es \u00e0 pointes int\u00e9rieures.
Thought Pain<\/strong> Ideas with inward thorns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Irrbloss<\/strong> Du f\u00f6ljde ett ljus, men det var ditt eget \u00f6ga som s\u00e5g tillbaka.
Feu follet<\/strong> Tu as suivi une lumi\u00e8re – c’\u00e9tait ton propre \u0153il qui te regardait.
Will-O’-the-Wisp<\/strong> You followed a light – but it was you own eyes looking back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u00d6gontr\u00f6st<\/strong> Under varje sten finns en mun, och den \u00e4r alltid n\u00e4ra att tala.
Consolation visuelle<\/strong> Sous chaque pierre se cache une bouche, toujours sur le point de parler.
Eye’s solace<\/strong> Beneath every stone is a mouth, and it’s always almost speaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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K\u00e4llan kallar<\/strong> N\u00e5got ur\u00e5ldrigt under din tunga vill sjunga igen.
La source appelle<\/strong> Quelque chose d’ancien sous ta langue veut chanter \u00e0 nouveau.
The Source calls<\/strong> Something ancient beneath your tongue wants to sing again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Mytisk materia<\/strong> En storm i k\u00f6ttet, en eld i tystnaden.
Mati\u00e8re mythique<\/strong> une temp\u00eate de chair, un feu muet.
Mythical matter<\/strong> A storm in the flesh, a fire in silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Kollektiv process<\/strong> I dess buk bubblar r\u00f6ster, ett \u00e4gg brister, ljuset kryper mot skuggan som sprattlar.
Processus collectif<\/strong> Dans son ventre, voix bouillonnent, un \u0153uf se brise, la lumi\u00e8re rampe vers l’ombre qui se tord.
Collective Process<\/strong> in its belly, voices bubble, an egg breaks, light creeps toward the shadow that writhes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Kluster av lustar<\/strong> beg\u00e4r spirar i hemliga rum – lila strimmar flammar p\u00e5 h\u00e5rda circlar.
Amas de d\u00e9sir<\/strong> le d\u00e9sir \u00e9clot dans des pi\u00e8ces secr\u00e8tes – les stries violettes flambent sur des cercles durs.
Cluster of lust<\/strong> Desire blooms in secret room – purple streaks flame on hard circles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Kris<\/strong> Masken sprack n\u00e4r ljuset dog – kroppar utan r\u00f6st dr\u00f6jde kvar.
Crise<\/strong> le masque a craqu\u00e9 quand la lumi\u00e8re s’est \u00e9teinte – des corps sans voix ont \u00e9rr\u00e9.
Crisis<\/strong> The mask splits as the light died – voiceless bodies lingered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u00c5terstart<\/strong> Allt \u00e4r nytt, men skuggan minns.
Red\u00e9marrage<\/strong> Tout est neuf, mais l’ombre se souvient.
Restart<\/strong> All is new, but the shadow remembers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Livstid och sedan <\/strong>N\u00e4r tiden bleknar \u00e4r n\u00e5got kvar.
\u00c0 vie et apr\u00e8s <\/strong>Quand le temp p\u00e2lit, quelque chose reste.
Lifetime and Then <\/strong>When the time fades, something remains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Vi m\u00f6ts igen<\/strong> Avskedet var bara ett kommatecken.
Nous nous retrouvons<\/strong> L’adieu n’\u00e9tait qu’une virgule.
We meet again<\/strong> The goodbye was just a comma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Lyfta eller s\u00e4nka<\/strong> Fj\u00e4dern och stenen \u00e4r samma sak om du dr\u00f6mmer r\u00e4tt.
\u00c9lever ou abaisser<\/strong> La plume et la pierre son identiques si tu r\u00eaves bien.
Raise or lower<\/strong> The feather and the stone are the same if you dream them right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Lock och pock<\/strong> Den sammetslena handen d\u00f6ljer en tyngd. Den andra smeker med ett \u00f6ga som inte blinkar.
Flatteries et menaces<\/strong> La main de velours dissimule un poids. L’autre caresse avec un \u0153il qui ne cille jamais.
Coaxing and pressure<\/strong> The velvet hand hides a weight. The other caresses with an eye that never blinks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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M\u00e4ktig Moder<\/strong> Hon talar inte men du r\u00f6r dig tack vare henne.
M\u00e8re puissante<\/strong> Elle ne parle pas mais tu bouges gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 elle.
Mighty Mother<\/strong> She does’t speak but you move because of her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I Skymningszonen<\/strong> Kittlande s\u00e5r formar sn\u00e4lla odjur i den gl\u00f6mda v\u00e4rlden.
Dans la zone cr\u00e9pusculaire<\/strong> Des blessures chatouillantes forment des gentils monstres dans un monde oubli\u00e9.
In the twilight zone<\/strong> Tingling wounds shape gentle monsters in the forgotten world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Mellanchefen<\/strong> Giriga kinder matas av aset – lockande visioner v\u00e4vs av brutna ryggar.
Le cadre interm\u00e9diaire<\/strong> Les joues cupides se nourrissent du monstre – des visions s\u00e9duisantes tiss\u00e9es d’\u00e9paules bris\u00e9s.
The Middle Manager<\/strong> Greedy cheeks are fed by the beast – enticing visions woven from broken spines.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Trof\u00e9 i \u00f6dehus<\/strong> Damm tillber det som finns kvar.
Troph\u00e9e dans une maison abandonn\u00e9e<\/strong> La poussi\u00e8re v\u00e9n\u00e8re ce qui reste.
Trophy in an Abandoned House<\/strong> Dust worships what remains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Raseriet<\/strong> Makten vr\u00e5lar – le som sprucket glas, l\u00e5t stormen m\u00e5la ditt vittnesm\u00e5l p\u00e5 ruinerna.
La fureur<\/strong> Le pouvoir rugit – souris comme un verre bris\u00e9, laisse la temp\u00eate peindre ton t\u00e9moignage sur les ruines.
The rage<\/strong> The power roars – smile like cracked glas, let the storm paint your testimony on the ruins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Rotad i myllan<\/strong> Din ryggrad minns hur det var att vara mossa – dags att sk\u00f6rda det som best\u00e5tt.
Enracin\u00e9 dans la terre<\/strong> La colonne vert\u00e9brale se souvient d’avoir \u00e9t\u00e9 mousse – il est temps de r\u00e9colter ce qui a tenu.
Rooted in the soil<\/strong> Your spine remembers being moss – time to harvest what endured.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Rizom<\/strong> Leende i det \u00e4ndl\u00f6sa n\u00e4tet, st\u00f6d f\u00f6r darrande sj\u00e4lar.
Rhizome<\/strong> Sourire dans la toile sans fin, soutien aux \u00e2mes tremblantes.
Rhizome<\/strong> Smile in the endless web, support for trembling souls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Djuphav<\/strong> D\u00e4r trycket f\u00f6der ljus och gl\u00f6mda varelser nynnar nyanser.
Mer profonde<\/strong> L\u00e0 o\u00f9 la pression enfante la lumi\u00e8re et des \u00eatres oubli\u00e9s fredonnent des nuances.
Deep Sea<\/strong> Where pressure births light and forgotten beings hum in hues.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Svart svan<\/strong> Det om\u00f6jliga v\u00e4nder sig mot dig och blinkade.
Cygne noir<\/strong> L’impossible s’est tourn\u00e9 vers toi et a clign\u00e9 de l’\u0153il.
Black Svan<\/strong> The impossible just turned to you and winked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Kattguld<\/strong> Skrotsamlaren dr\u00f6mmer om palats av rost.
Or des fous<\/strong> Le ferrailleur r\u00eave de palais de rouille.
Fool’s Gold<\/strong> The Junkman dreams rust into palaces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Trans i twillingsdans<\/strong> Ekon fr\u00e5n urm\u00f6drar viskar i skotten som v\u00e4xer i skuggan. Ljuset ler.
Transe dans la danse jumelle<\/strong> Les \u00e9chos murmurent dans les pousses \u00e0 l’ombre. La lumi\u00e8re sourit.
Trance in Twin Dance<\/strong> Echoes of foremothers whisper in shoots growing in the shadow. The light smiles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Satans clowner<\/strong> Vansinnet kryddar karnevalen – Ordningen sm\u00e4lter i deras flin.
Les clowns de Satan<\/strong> La fr\u00e9n\u00e9sie \u00e9pice le carneval – l’ordre fond dans leur sourire grimacieux.
Satan’s Clowns<\/strong> Frenzy curries the carnival – Order smelts in their grin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Turturduvor i tr\u00e5ngm\u00e5l<\/strong> Tuggade av verkligheten, vi rullar som \u00e4gg.
Toutereaux en d\u00e9tresse<\/strong> Mach\u00e9s par le r\u00e9el, nous roulons comme des \u0153ufs.
Lovebirds in Distress<\/strong> Chewed by reality, we roll like eggs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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En tr\u00f6tt guru<\/strong> Den gamle narren viskar \u00e4nnu – men ingen pyntar hans mustacher l\u00e4ngre.
Un gourou fatigu\u00e9<\/strong> Le vieux bouffon murmure encore – mais plus personne n’orne sa moustache.
A Tired Guru<\/strong> The old fool still whispers – but no one decorates hans mustache anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Valbara attityder<\/strong> V\u00e4ssa leendet eller b\u00e4r slokhatten som skrattar – bara du hittar ut!
Attitudes choisies<\/strong> Aiguise le sourire ou porte le chapeau mous qui rit – trouve simplement la sortie!
Optional Attitudes<\/strong> Sharpen the smile or wear the laughing floppy hat – just find the way out!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Kuri\u00f6sa kurbits<\/strong> Verkligheten halkar p\u00e5 ett bananskal – och sk\u00e4mtet blir heligt.
Kurbits curieux<\/strong> La r\u00e9alit\u00e9 a gliss\u00e9 sur une peau de banane – et la blague est devenue sacr\u00e9e.
Curious kurbits<\/strong> Reality slipped on the banana peal – and the joke became divine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Vila p\u00e5 sagokaninen<\/strong> Dagdr\u00f6mmens krokiga lek v\u00e4ntar.
Repos sur le lapin de conte de f\u00e9es<\/strong> Le jeu tordu du r\u00eave \u00e9veill\u00e9 attend.
Rest on the Fairy Tale Rabbit<\/strong> Daydream’s crooked play waits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Innerst inne<\/strong> Hj\u00e4rtat r\u00f6r vid det skrumpna. D\u00f6rrar faller in\u00e5t. Hemligheter anas.
Au plus profond<\/strong> Le c\u0153ur effleure le fl\u00e9tri. Les portes tombent vers l’int\u00e9rieur. Les secrets se devinent.
Deep Down<\/strong> The heart touches the whitered. Doors fall inward. Secrets are sensed.
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