Ever hear of the Falling Chorus of Ghastly Cliffs?
No? It's a fascinating story.
Imagine a gigantic gleaning amphitheater set on the edge of a cliff.
As the city residents become old and weak, they join the line down Main Street to the chorus at the cliff.
When they reach the amphitheater, they sing for all they're worth.
Some go for a few seconds. Others, for hours.
When they're exhausted, helpers pick them off the ground and toss them over the edge.
Another takes their place. The choir goes on forever.
It's beautiful, except for the screams and messy splatters.
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