"In the obscurity of the subterranean chamber, a diminutive insect is hauling the form of Zen. That chamber resembles a penitentiary, an odd creation for a low IQ monstrosity to construct, akin to interring a lifeless form within a penitentiary.
Once the insect departs from the vicinity after an hour,
'Yawn, what delightful dreams. The flooring of this abode is akin to a cozy bed in contrast to the chilly exterior, then the frigid grassy ground.' Venom from that fiend has no impact on zen physique, evidently owing to the ghostly matron administering poison since birth.
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