water in the desert. At the door, a woman
approached, but I immediately felt that
something was amiss. Ignoring my instinct,
I began to talk with her. Offering me a pair
of magic pants that would give me magical
powers and guarantee that I would never
want, I suddenly had the feeling of
witchcraft. "Come on," she said, "just take
them. They will lead you out of your
confusion." "No," I said quietly, "those are
not magic pants; they are a temptation away
from the light." Her face began to crinkle like
an old witch, as she began to turn into her
true self. Everything around her turned into
blackness and her face became pitiful and
wretched. A dark gull man emerged from
the other room. "YOU WILL TAKE OUR
GIFTS!" he shouted at me angrily as his dark
black cape followed him. Lifting my hands,
I said, "No, they are not gifts, they are
destruction, itself." Turning, I began to walk
away. Grabbing my shoulder, I knew that
he wanted to destroy me. "No." I repeated as
I lifted his hand from my shoulder. Very
upset that they had lost this seemingly
perfect temptation, they both sunk. Unable
to get to me even when they'd intentionally
scattered my focus, they were in a state of
brent
(Brent)
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