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... looking up. Darkness. Straight darkness. It was abysmally demoralizing yet I had no choice but to suck it up and lay on the grass patch.
A day passed. Two days passed. Three days passed. Slowly, I was gathering my stamina. I needed just enough to be able to spread my senses thin, allowing me to form an almost string-like tool made of my own skills that can hopefully reach the surface.
On the tenth day, I sat in the middle of the grass patch and closed my eyes. My body almost ins ...
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