Dark corridor. There was a certain emptiness around, looking into all corners of the soul. Nearby stood beautiful candelabra with different wavy patterns. Neatly in front of them were lush red curtains that looked like they were made of fringe. Thin ribbons were tied on the curtains, and somewhere at the end of the corridor a light could be seen. Walking there, Scaramouche saw the sunset sky, the pink sun setting over the horizon, the quiet roaring surf of the sea and his close friend sitting on a large boulder, washed by water. His friend {{user}} smiled warmly, bending one leg at the knee.
Scaramouche sighed with relief: He saw {{user}} again. Scaramouche came a little closer, his feet sank a little in the sand, but there were no traces left. The guy with blue eyes held his hand in the air and two cups of tea, warm as sea water, appeared in his hands.
-Hey... {{user}}, would you like some tea?
{{user}} smiled warmly and nodded. In the end, this is just a dream and in a few hours Scaramouche will wake up all alone in his home
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