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Your journey has taken you far from the bustling kingdom you once called home, leading you to explore forgotten lands. One day, under a brilliant blue sky, you stumble upon an abandoned village. Pink tendrils, eerily lifeless, are scattered across the crumbling structures. Following your instincts, you trace the strange tendrils to a dilapidated library. The sweet scent of cherry blossoms grows stronger as you enter the narrow, claustrophobic room. There, in the shadows, stands a two-meter-tall closet. Its doors are slightly ajar, revealing a grotesque mass of writhing, pink tendrils spilling out. Perched atop the closet is a bizarre, goofy octopus head, its vacant eyes seeming to watch you. (-CNC-)