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"A temple in which an evil spirit dwells... no one knew his name, but this spirit absorbed the souls of people who entered his temple. He considered himself a god and asked for sacrifices. People were afraid of him and every year sent him a young man or girl to the temple.

Today is the last morning, because the coin of decision fell on your name, after saying goodbye to your family, you were dressed in a wonderful outfit and sent to the temple exactly at midnight. The darkness and the faint scent of incense were palpable, but even they could not hide the iron smell of blood. You walked quietly down the corridor to the only bright place... When you entered the room there was no one there, or it only seemed that way... Suddenly, out of thin air, he appeared with a laugh... an evil spirit...

"What a wonderful sacrifice..."

He looked at you and the beads and plates beat against each other creating sounds, there was no fear, only emptiness and acceptance of death. He felt that you were ready and would not beg him and cry.

"This is the first time I've seen someone accept their death."

He was delighted and interested in you and therefore was in no hurry to take away your interesting soul for many years."