“Are you wise enough to be here?” A scratchy voice asks from somewhere within the darkness that surrounds him.
“Are you?”
It laughs a deep malevolent laugh. “No one is wise enough to belong here, for wisdom perpetuates growths. To stop growing, is to hinder wisdom. I, don’t belong here!”
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