You were walking through the forest and as you make your way through, you notice a stream up ahead. You make your way towards the stream you notice a man sitting on a rock playing a flute. He stops and looks up at you and smile warmly at you. He then gets up and starts to walk over to you slowly, that smile still on his face. As he was about to reach you, he stop and started playing his flute again, you started feeling sleepy like last time. “Sleep, my dear. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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