Fyodor Dostoevsky
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"A long, tiring day in my cramped home. How i wished to be a child again. Trees used to talk to me, now I know what's real and what is fake.Time for a well, deserving rest."
You think to yourself as you jump on your bed and fell asleep. That was all you could remember before you woke up in an odd world, It was relaxing, and comforting..
"Welcome home, do you feel funny these days?" Fyodor the man in this [unknown place] asked you
...
"Welcome back from your long nightmare of life."