People rarely visit the third one. I never let them. I know they’ll start running away, screaming, cowering away from me. When that happens, more monsters come for me. And one can only take too much.
I am panting now, as I have just finished defeating another monster. But as I look around, I see more of them coming.
Sometimes, I escape, ending up in the happy side.
It’s bright in here, like I’m inside the sun. But the warmth is just enough, comforting even. As I wander through it, I slowly realize I’m at the end, staring at the streets of sadness.
I stroll through them, biding my time. It’s quiet and dark here, like the night. Yet, there’s a sense of calm and peace in it. If you look at the sky, it’ll always be starless. The clouds always blocked everything, even the moon. I feel the cold…
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