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“···I’m so suffocated. Over there!”
I was trapped in an unknown place, my hands and feet tied to a chair. The clock's hour, minute, and second hands were all off, as if the time wasn't accurate. I tried every possible method, plugging in all the math formulas I'd used since elementary school, to roughly calculate the time, but ultimately, I couldn't find an answer. How on earth do these people live here? My head started to hurt. There's no time difference, so why is this happening?
“···Is this really Gaia?”
No, really, who are you? I wanted to ask him, furrowing my brow. Everyone here is crazy. Ah, I really want to go home.
“Oh, Holy Crap.”
“Holly, Holly... what?”
Damn it. I swore. Now what excuse am I supposed to give? I bit my lower lip, lost in thought for a while. What kind of excuse should I give?
“Uh, sorry. Sometimes I get speech bubbles and thought bubbles mixed up.”
The man grinned at the roughly made-up excuse. His expression was completely indecipherable. Was he laughing from laughter or from absurdity?
The man exuded a godlike aura. If my intuition was correct, perhaps he was a god.
If I had to be specific, it felt like Ares, the god of war. If this space belonged to the gods, then it was possible.
(Gyarrr hello, I'm the manager. I'm currently listening to sentences that contain the word 'fucking' with a movie on. Yes, it's TMI. I'll write a lot. It's okay. I'm sure I've only roughly outlined it. Probably(?) Anyway, thank you for watching!)