story

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When dawn came, I was sleepy and slept in the bed.

The next day, I opened my eyes and stood in a place I didn't know.

I tried to move, but I couldn't. I couldn't move my eyes, but I could feel that I wasn't alone in this place.

This place was like a museum. There was a friend of his own.

The friend also became a statue and could not move.

I felt the despair of not being able to do anything.

I felt the despair of spending time as it was, but the thought stopped. It probably stopped the ritual.

At that moment I woke up. I woke up and found myself on the bed.

He felt that what had happened to him was a dream.

But there was a fact that I found out while taking a walk.

They had their names on the lowly statue stand.

There was also a date on the statue stand. It was a week.

The exhibition period was a week. When he checked his schedule, he was surprised that a week had passed.

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