- You are the only one capable of building complex, planned structures. You are alone. You donât remember building the temples or houses you come across.
- You are alone. You are the only one like you in the entire world.
- Villagers keep their hands clasped beneath long robes. Youâve never seen a villagerâs hand. Sometimes you wonder if they have them at all.
- The villagers all have the same empty green eyes. They have completely different anatomy from you. Theyâre humanoid, but not human. Are you?
- The undead, however, have your face and your clothes. They seem closer to you than the villagers.
- Youâre alone. You are the only one like you in the world.
- All caves are the same. Youâve been in a ravine like this one. Maybe youâve been in this ravine. Youâve visited it countless times. No matter which way you turn, you stumble into it.
- No matter which way you turn, thereâs more caves. Sometimes thereâs torches. Youâve been here. You still canât get out. Sometimes thereâs not torches. Sometimes you give up escape and decide to explore ever deeper.
- You wonder if youâve ever seen the surface, or if you were born in these caves with a vibrant imagination.
- You are the only living thing in this world.Â
- You come across dusty, abandoned mineshafts and rusty minecarts with loot at the bottom. You donât remember building these or leaving anything behind. You wouldnât shore up the walls with wooden posts. You know this world better than that.
- Then why does shoring up the walls seem logical? You donât remember a world before this one. Why does this one feel so strange, sometimes even irrational?
- Youâre alone. You are the only one like you in the world. Youâre being watched.Â
- The caves arenât yours. Youâre the only one in them, but theyâre not yours. They belong to something else - someone else, and you both know it.
- Youâre alone in the world. Youâre not alone in the caves. Their breathing and occasional humming echo in the stony corridors.
- Maybe the caves themselves are breathing. Singing.
- You are the only living thing in this world. The world itself, however, is alive.
- You make up stories for everything you build. You forget theyâre just stories.
- The world sings to you. You clutch its music close and hope it never stops. In the silence after each song, youâre alone.
- Youâre alone. You are the only one like you in the world, for this world is honest. You are being watched, for you are not.
- Youâre the only living thing in this world. The world is alive. You are not alive the same way.
- The world exists to for you to live in it, and you think it resents that.
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