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Far away, beyond the mountains of words, far from the countries of vowels and consonants, live the simulated texts. They live isolated in houses of letters, on the coast of semantics, a great ocean of languages. A stream called Pons flows through its town and supplies them with the necessary standards. We are talking about a para-somatic country in which pieces of grilled phrases fall into one's mouth. Not even the almighty punctuation marks dominate the simulated texts; a life, you can say, little spelling.