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Networks of nerves and tissue crept up from the neck as it self-reconstructed.
It gasped as it tore two teeth from it's mouth and handed them to me.
They morphed into pen and parchment.
Leaning in towards me, the monster spoke hushed:
“Chronicle your journey“

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In a clearing stood a black mist monster, decapitated.
Spurting vile chokes and gasps, it approached me, pointing to my pocket.
I revealed the key as it morphed back to its original white stone form.
The monster pointed to its throat. I placed the stone inside.

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I found myself at the swamp edge once again.
With every manic heartbeat, I could feel my veins constricting, my throat closing in, my body in anarchy.
I lost control and collapsed, the heavy air laying me to rest.
A pair of eyes shone through the thick haze.

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Dazed, I planted the corpse and followed a queue of workers.
At the front was a sprawling tree glowing brilliant green, locked in eternal summer.
From the branches grew spectral sketches; visions of places in present time.
I plucked one.
In a blink, I was gone.

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A figure entered, identically dressed. It gave an empty stare and silently motioned to follow.
Framed through openings in the stairwell, I could see outside.
An immense cavern blanketed by a garden of glowing spirits.
All were asleep, anchored to their graves.

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Fixed to the wall was line of small hooks.
They were all empty, save for one holding worn rubber gloves, a rusted shovel, and a patchwork hat.
Footsteps began echoing up a spiral stairwell, accompanied by a lamp-lit shadow.
I quickly donned the hanging uniform.

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The jaws snapped shut. Lights and music died. All was still.
I stood in the spotlight of the moon cast through a central window.
An offering was brought to me. A familiar scent of spice.
The stone in my hand transformed into a knife as I prepared to cut into it.

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The doors flung open, revealing a lavish and golden reception.
Autonomous instruments played in odd meter and kept flawless time.
A mob with veiled faces surrounded me, forming kaleidoscopic patterns as they twirled and bobbed in rhythm.
Their eyes never left me.

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Decadent doors towered over me as I reached the top.
Small cliques were scattered around the courtyard.
Their backs were turned to me, though I could see them steal secret glances as I approached the entrance.
I gripped the door handles. The music swelled.

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The intense glow subdued as crystals of light trickled from its edges.
A face faded into view, teary-eyed and beaming as if reunited with an old friend.
"You got my package! I chose that form for you! I've been waiting so long..."
It held me in a cold embrace.

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