As you walk across the room, you notice you have stepped into the middle of a series of glyphs drawn into the floor. Before you can react, however, your entire body freezes and you find yourself unable to move.

Standing up from his chair, the ominous looking fellow walks over and removes his tome from your satchel. Opening the tome, he begins chanting from the bookmarked section, and soon a green mist begins to swirl around you, obscuring your vision and increasing in intensity to match the fervor of his voice. As he proceeds, his is voice becomes more distorted and distant, and your body feels as if it is being stretched apart to its very limit.

After a while, an image of a distant shore surrounded by an endless ocean begins to creep into your visual field, eventually occupying it completely. More and more a sense of calm overtakes you. You grow weary and, closing your eyes, let your body sleep so your soul may drift to realms unknown. The burdens of your life are at an end, and now is your time to rest.

THE END

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