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I've been lost in a mansion for ages now.....I open a door, I go in sit by a fire place and become warm....I feel sparks from the fire, then it goes out, and I'm sitting in the dark, I'm sitting in the cold, and I'm shaking scared and alone.
I wander the room blindly touching ob<x>jects in it, to find my way to the hallway....I do and there's a light in the hallway; a lantern sitting on an old wooden table. I pick it up, it glows, it shows me the way through the mansion...I'm looking for a room to sleep in, I'm looking to find rest, a bed...comfort. The lantern burns out; slowly the light flickers til it's no more. And the warmth of the lantern is gone, the light from the lantern is void...and I'm back to standing and shaking in the cold, alone.
I know I saw an oil container somewhere in the mansion at some point....it's nearby, so I look as well as I can for it....my eyes have adjusted as much as they can to the dark, however much they dislike it....and I'm reaching, and reaching but no luck.
Finally I find the container....but there's only a few drops left, will it be enough to light my lantern? Will it be enough to find my way....probably not.
And even if it was, and I found the room...would I be able to rest? Would I be warm, and find comfort? Will the fact that I have not had a feeling of home in a long time, leave me awake in fretful thought at night? Would I find the loneliness of the empty mansion and my lone self to be too heartbreaking to rest easy....to feel content....?
I wander the room blindly touching ob<x>jects in it, to find my way to the hallway....I do and there's a light in the hallway; a lantern sitting on an old wooden table. I pick it up, it glows, it shows me the way through the mansion...I'm looking for a room to sleep in, I'm looking to find rest, a bed...comfort. The lantern burns out; slowly the light flickers til it's no more. And the warmth of the lantern is gone, the light from the lantern is void...and I'm back to standing and shaking in the cold, alone.
I know I saw an oil container somewhere in the mansion at some point....it's nearby, so I look as well as I can for it....my eyes have adjusted as much as they can to the dark, however much they dislike it....and I'm reaching, and reaching but no luck.
Finally I find the container....but there's only a few drops left, will it be enough to light my lantern? Will it be enough to find my way....probably not.
And even if it was, and I found the room...would I be able to rest? Would I be warm, and find comfort? Will the fact that I have not had a feeling of home in a long time, leave me awake in fretful thought at night? Would I find the loneliness of the empty mansion and my lone self to be too heartbreaking to rest easy....to feel content....?
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