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*At the reverberation of the word, slowly sinks upside down next to you with air bubbling up from me*
*waves*
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*At the reverberation of the word, slowly sinks upside down next to you with air bubbling up from me*
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*Words of varying shapes and sizes spiral around you in the deep, some too out of focus to make out, others in strange mutations of shapes, only a few short versions of which can be made out to real words*
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*The ink rushes up to embrace you, and as you sink into its depths, it becomes difficult to move quickly through its thickness, like running in a dream, and breathing feels like inhaling through a wet towel*
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*It swings open into a darker pit, thick like ink*
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*Beyond the skull is a staircase framed by a false heart arch to ascend upward into the cityscape, and a visible trapdoor in the skull leads deeper into the mindscape*
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Inside the skull is a courtyard of a small castle, furnished and decorated, with still-warm hot chocolate on the table by a couch*
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*The knives freeze in place just before hitting the skull, rattling against each other, and then dash off in different directions*
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*It appears welcoming with no hint of malice, and a barrage of knives can be seen high in the sky, falling in wide swaths toward every direction*
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*The skull seems to glow with a pulsating aura of safety, and is hollow*
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*As the skull becomes more visible on the horizon, it appears to be more distinct from the others, as if it belongs to a specific individual instead of a faceless death*