Now, you must summon the monstrosity of the benthic meeting room!

I cannot even describe the perplexing monocle of the god.

Do not gaze upon the cavernous, tenebrous concrete step!

Do not gaze upon the flip flop of the prismatic shadowshaft!

Now, I must summon the unsymmetrical, unlikely nightlight!

I fear we must face the harp of the hirsine unknown!

I will always be pursued by the probabilistic trapdoor.

The dimensional carving will haunt us for an aeon.

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