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I'm getting nowhere out here. The meaning of the world seems to be: it wants to drive us insane. It poses a mystery that begs an answer and then deliberately hides that answer. Or maybe there is no answer. I've searched this damned jungle for months and the only thing the world has shown me is new ways to die. I've lost weight, I've been stung in places you never want to be stung, and I can't identify most of the things I'm eating. (Is it even food?) Probably not, because now I have a fever most days. I can barely think straight. Probably because I have a fever. So I can't think straight some days. Probably because of this fever. It's all a big circle, like a maze. The Shapers lure us into the maze and then laugh when we get lost. | ||
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