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He bent over the basin, washing his hands with the clearest, coolest glacial water for a greater length of time than was necessary for he had an abundance of both. He begrudgingly turned off the flow for he liked the sensation, the tickle that the water created in the lined webbing between his fingers. Upon noticing a spherical drop that rested on the tip of his index finger he stopped and peered ever more closely at it till only he and the drop existed and still closer he crept until he stared directly at it's soul and the world through it. A warped,circular world he saw with no detail discernible, releasing the reason for the earth being round and that the earth had outpaced the tranquil, still drop, he wiped it off determined to get revenge for the broken dream it had shown him.