There's no end to it, I've been going in there forever. How do we get out of here, no light at the end of it too. I hear outside the Martian surface sometimes, or a wasteland, a fortress, we're trapped in it for ever. Let's dress up for meeting the Baron. Tea snacks, some you have rest you leave. The maids and workers here just like a event that we must attend. Enjoy cheer or sit still idle, observant or just waiting to retire.
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