You roam Norrath, the lowliest of places and wait for moments when all the pixels conspire to make a man love a place that only exists in the mind.
But how many men love things that only exist in their mind? Perhaps all,
It matters not, the beauty is inherent and you do some other man justice by noticing what care he took with this world.
Even this, project 1999 is a poem to a Norrath that was created imperfect, and thus perfect. This is the true draw.
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