your eyes slowly begin to drift open, a strangely calm sensation constricting around your body, for a moment you think about how nice it feels, like a tight blanket engulfing your body. but you fight the urge to sleep, your eyes darting around to see yourself slowly being entangled in vines, slowly dragging you towards a living, breathing, rose, with a mouth of thorns. "....S-SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" you yell in fear as you creep closer to a painfull slow death.
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