The Tomb

 

The tomb opened with a cloud of ancient dust.

I had awoken the ancient dead.

Oh no, what the fuck have I done?

The journey could become the kindest, the coldest, the grandest, or the weirdest.

Maybe I shouldn't have touched anything, I'm the world's most dangerous dunce.

I had awoken the highly chosen with some of the overly dedicated.

Oh no, I think I must have unlocked the master's torture dungeon!

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