In the desert at the latest stop on your tour, you wander a while around the sparsely filled aisles of a bookstore, very surprised to find a number of strange volumes that you have never seen anywhere else: one devoted to sacred plants in the area. As you leaf through the pages, a presence approaches and introduces itself as the Sandman, who informs you to turn to page 426, which you do. To your unaccustomed eye, the picture beside the text resembles something you might expect to see down the bottom of the deepest ocean: if anything it looks like a green hand, fingers outstretched, revealing its palm, daring you to interpret its lines. As the horn of the bus sounds to announce its impending departure, you’re informed that this plant, if properly ingested, will allow you to speak and understand three different languages simultaneously. Beep beep beep.

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