I am unsure of how you got lost in here. It seems you were cheated: by that charlatan, a dark tunnel suggesting refuge, where you hid your weary eyes. Why is it then, that light is your immutable captor? I have seen this confusing misfortune far too often. I hope that my gentle coercion was not too much for your delicate limbs, I hope that plastic cups and paper can be forgiven. I hope that one day, when Grey Drifts beguile me, you will return my favor.
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