Chronicles of Esteparon

Mumbling

My dreams have been dark of late. I wait for my eyes to open, but all that I feel around me is cold. Is this death? I wonder. I ponder to myself, this cannot be death, for I have not been killed. Could this be Hell? Hmm, now that cannot be, for some men I am the personification of such.
What could this be then? My story must continue, this cannot be, this darkness is saddening. I hope the book opens, and the story shines ever the brighter. I must wake, but I cannot. Mmmmm, Nachos.

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