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   I opened my eyes weakly, the silence felt like I was sick and going to die. My head was pounding terribly, my mind completely blank. I sat up, trying to remember what I was doing in such a colorful and pretty room, where I was and who the fuck I was. I looked around the room in great confusion, finally hearing the beautiful songs of the birds outside, or maybe that is something else… Are those cars?

Both… A voice whispered.

Okay, both. Now for the next question, where am I?

   The door opened, like a big golden door, and a man stepped out while drying his hair. Holy gods of perfection! Wh