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"...that night i dreamt i was running through a maze, its walls covered with mirrors. but even the mirrors were distorted, my own fears clouding them. they came from everywhere, tricking you, like a funhouse. fact and fiction had became too similiar, and i could not tell the difference. the mirrors reflected against each other, but all the images were a little different, and the original lost. i had stepped into too many different characters and had played them too well. my mind had fooled itself, like a magician falling under his own spell. a little poetic justice, perhaps. the labyrinth i had created as a defense had consumed me. i, myself, was lost in it."

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