so there i was. nothing around except for darkness, my knife, and my own blood, dripping in to my sacrificial goblet. and it hit me: why do i cut myself? then i remembered...the only real thing is darkness. and blood. everything else is an illusion. so i cut myself some more. and then again, reveling in the pain, i thought to myself: is this
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