I lay on the ground in the middle of a room very melancholy, shaking my tentacles.
The walls around the doors and windows of this room were completely empty, as if they were covered by some invisible shield. No matter how hard I ran around, I couldn't find a gap to get through or a small hole to hide.
There was only one table in the center of the hood, and there was a plate of cakes on the table, with a faint aroma coming out.
There was a man standing next to the table, smiling and waiting for me to climb up on the table and climb into the plate.
This is a trap waiting to get me. If I climb in, I will be a fool.
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