When I opened my eyes, I was still in the same room and donning the same attire.
Then, the cogs proceeded to revolve, and I started experiencing pain all over my body.
I was screaming as nylon hooks began to rip through the purple clothing I was wearing and penetrate my skin.
My shouts were eventually drowned out by my own blood as I became so drained of it that I was unable to think.
Then, as I was about to die instantly, questions began to erupt once more.
Is this a result of a miracle I previously experienced?
Why do things go wrong when I attempt to do them correctly?
Is it as a result of my protracted loneliness?
Then light began to appear, illuminating the horizon with exquisite beams of light.
As the light faded and darkness encompassed me, I became permanently lost in the light's beams and the darkness, unable to find the answers to my own problems.
Then another question started to dawn on me before I reached my immortality.
Why are miracles so solemn in reality?
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Miracle
HorrorA story of an odd-known man wishing he had the best time of his life with just a little bit of joy. He thinks of ways to have a happy life, after going through a spiritual event at a skydiving opportunity, he rewards himself at Freddy Fazbear's Pizz...
