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Post by Daiwa Scarlet on Jul 27, 2015 22:12:38 GMT -8
The roses are all bright red, almost unnaturally so. You hear whispers as you walk along, with waves of giggles flowing throughout. Each turn looks the same as the last, until you get horribly lost. Nothing looks quite as you remember, these passages filled with crimson haze. Now hadn't I seen this path before?Sneaking into the underground.
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