I ran, panting, sweating astonished in this the infinite darkness, my hands were cut, bleeding, from my throat came out sand and no moans of pain. the cold floor beneath my feet was slimy, oozy, I could feel the vibrations of the place: I did not like, I was afraid. this place does not exist, but I I belong to it
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