You run headlong into the darkness. The air is heavy with nothing. Your lungs are burning. You run faster, stumble and fall. Feeling for the obstacle, your fingers glide over something smooth and round, two holes, a gap between. Beside the bones lies your broken coffee mug.
Darkness swallows you—and nothing happens. You are trapped.
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