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R E D > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the sky. Bright blue skies, white fluffy clouds, even birds pass by in the air around you. One look down and you see grass fields and sprawling lakes as far as the eye can see. Some wild horses running across the fields, some cows, just exactly what you'd expect. It's idyllic as fuck. Then the words appear: |
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[Rubbing at his face. Rallying his spirits. He doesn't know who they were, but they were important. They still might exist. They need him. Stay strong, Peter. He stands.]
I don't think it'll do anything, but if it does, it'll have to work that way.
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