Alone I walk, into the jungle in search of the berries.
"They would make you immortal." The witch had spoken with her hand on my weak heart. My heart had failed me, and I don't mean in a philosophical way, I mean it literally failed me.
I'm dying. Those berries are the last hope of this dying middle-aged man. As I was saying, I walk in the dark jungle. I see a mirror on the ground in the middle of a jungle. Isn't it odd? ...
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