I knew I wasn't going to make it. These monstrous ghosts, or spirits, or whatever you want to call them, kept hurting me. They were attacking without letting me have a moment's rest. It was dark in there.
I had to solve this light puzzle. The monster who created this puzzle was an evil genius. I solved one round of the genius' game. But then there was a round two. I didn't know if there would be a round three.
I was sweating. My clothes were ripped. The horrible spirits left me with wounds. My backpack of supplies was nearly empty. I was dying. I had to run away.
So I did. I ran out of the cursed temple, and luckily I was able to find my way quickly. I must have passed out right outside danger's reach, for I remember waking up on the ground. I drank one last provision when I regained consciousness, and made my way back to the city.
I will be returning.
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