"Marisol.""Marisol, over here, over here.""Marisol."The woman in deep crimson Marosian robes walked through the darkness. The scent of smoldering herbs drifted around her as distant voices continued to spiral through the air, drawing her forward.The night was thick and heavy. Step by step, she moved ahead, further into the distance. The voices grew closer.Marisol knew she was nearly there. But then, she felt a weight on her hands as the clanking of chains echoed around her. Looking down, she saw that thick, heavy shackles had somehow appeared around her wrists, binding and constraining her.Where did these chains come from?Scanning her surroundings, she realized everything had turned pitch black without her noticing. The mountains, the rocky path—all of it had vanished, leaving only darkness.Behind her, a child's laughter rang out, seemingly out of nowhere."One, two, three... heaven! Haha, it's heaven! I made it to heaven. I won!"Marisol turned around in bewilderment
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