It stirs. Let us see what I have wrought.

If it has gone wrong, I will simply send it back.

It will not be harmed. It has, after all, no true life to speak of - not on this side.

(Endymion) Where am I? What's going on?

It's so dark, why can't I see?!

I don't feel right - I can't move - please, somebody, help me!

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