You wake up. The ceiling stares at you ominously. You get up. Ahead, is a cold and wet maze. You are searching for your slippers. They float adrift. You step through the water slowly. Its twinkling reminds you of a little girl playing by a river on a summer morning. Wasn’t it actually you, it crosses your mind, but you continue on your way undisturbed. You reach the source of the spring. There is …
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