“Being the weirdo I am, I took a stroll through the outskirts of town at 3 AM last night. All was peaceful. That was until a loud bang erupted from the sky, birthing a harsh spotlight and a colorful bubble. As the bubble became a ring and started to expand, a glowing, polygonal man crawled through it and began to float. I had seen this man of stained glass in my dreams. He offered me his hand, accompanied by distorted wails and beeps. I must say, it was tempting to join him.”
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