User:A Helpful Little Gnome/Epi1C48
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Ingame
You are in a cornfield. This is yet another pointless, generic cornfield. There will never be anything out here, and one wonders why you bother to look at all. You will never commit this unimportant place to memory, since nothing is to be found, seen, done—nothing to make you stay, come back, or think on. There is nothing here, which isn't even special; there is nothing there, or there, or there. At best the cornfields are a longer way to say, "Nothing is here, and I will repeat this to make it clearer."
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Epilogue