Come on. Come on. Plain. Oh, it's a hotel...... what an obscene delusion, eh, let's walk, the future forever, walk down forever, even the demon king sat in the ground and surrendered, and there's not much to it, but there's not half as much frustration today, Mr. Mayria is sweet, Master Calcirast thinks, I'm happy as a toddler who learned to walk. I wonder if this is the case...

The cobblestone is soft, I feel like a mollusk, and I stumble on it. The hole's empty, uh, you're unreal!