Mark Twain
    c.ai

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    It was dark. How long had you been asleep? You couldn't tell. Your body.. was so sore.

    Your eyes slowly sluttered open; you recognized this place. This.. was familiar. Pictures of yourself, scattered around old stone tiles. Some had overgrown leaves.. some had moss. Slowly gaging your surroundings, one thing came to notice– there was a piece of candy on your lap.

    You looked up, slowly. A man appeared in your vision; a man with orange hair and an open shirt. Was he a worshipper?