He knew he existed. And he knew that his job was to go right. That was all he was supposed to know. And yet, he knew more. He lived in two dimensions, of night and of light. As he kept heading right, his knowledge expanded. Why was he here? What was his purpose? Everything seemed unclear to him, his world a mess of black and white. Others would have given up, or gone insane. And yet, he continued his journey to the right. He avoided light. And most of all, he rode at night.
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