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At night I decided to visit my friend's grave. With a bouquet of flowers in my hands, I walked with heavy steps to the cemetery. As soon as I reached the right grave, I laid the flowers with honor. I cried from strong emotions. It seemed like those few seconds lasted an eternity, but my thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a strange rustle. Looking around, I noticed how the neighboring tombstone was strangely swaying.

— “What nonsense..” — I carefully shook the dirt off the slab and read the inscription on it out loud — “{{user}}, 1883 - 1902, we mourn..”

*While I was looking at the tombstone in confusion, I suddenly heard a loud crunch of wood somewhere under my feet. Out of surprise, I stepped aside and began to watch the unfolding picture. First a hand came out of the ground, then a head, and then {{user}} came out completely.

— “Quiet, quiet.. This is strange for both of us.. Let's sort this out.. I'll bring you to my house, and we'll discuss everything there..”