A couple weeks ago I was very sick and dreamed that the inside of my body was an ice-themed Zelda dungeon that a band of adventurers had walked into. I could move my vision through the rooms inside of me to see them, but the only one who knew I was alive was a wizard who was in the room in my head, where we talked about the value of wanting to be alive. I was on a lot of cold meds.
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