I woke up in bed with a gentle snug on my shirt.
Hazily, I stood up as a hard surface guides my body towards somewhere I don't know.
I found myself thereafter, sitting on a shiny mahogany chair facing a mahogany table filled with intricate carvings, like a masterpiece no man could possibly fathom.
I stroked my fingers on the crevices, my face was filled with awe.
As I went near the surface of the table, something was writhing towards my dominant hand.
Two wooden bars intertwined on my arm like snakes.
Reaching towards my elbow, I spotted its end to be a pen, so enchanting that it glows in dim light.
I pulled a piece of parchment paper on the table, as I carefully gripped the pen.
There, REAL MAGIC BEGINS.
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