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SISYPHUS ROLLED THEIR BOULDER UP A HILL. THEIR LIFE HAD BEGUN LONG BEFORE THE MAN WHO BORE THEIR NAME - THEIR AFTERLIFE WOULD CONTINUE UNTIL THE END OF TIME OR THE END OF TYRANNY [WHICHEVER CAME FIRST]. BY NOW, THEIR FACE WAS A MANIFOLD, EVERY PIECE OF ITS FLESH THE VISAGE OF A DIFFERENT INDIVIDUAL WHO HAD CHALLENGED AND LOST TO THE NATURAL ORDER. THEIR ARMS HAD GROWN SIMILARLY MULTITUDINOUS, YET STILL THEY COULD NOT OUTWIT THE INFAMOUS STONE.

ONE OF THEIR FACEPIECES NOTICED A LICHEN UPON THE STONE. "THE ONTOLOGICAL AND ECOLOGICAL IMPLICATIONS ARE FASCINATING," THOUGHT THE PIECE TO ITSELF.

BUT THE TWO HOLOBIONTS ROLLED DOWN THE SLOPE. TOGETHER.