Silence
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I look...nothing. Just a dark, dark room. Nothing. Nothing. Stuck in nothing. I can't hear a thing. I'm suffering. Suffering silence. So much silence. Help me. Save me. (This starts out normal but will get scarier. Bear with me.)
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