Placeholder: On their desperate path, the Friends continued to run through the corridors of the renewed maze that forms in front of them as a magical phenomenon. The closer they think they are to the end, the roads turn and become inextricably complicated, time and space are embodied in infinite details. They gradually lost hope, as distress and frustration were clearly visible on their exhausted faces. Dissonant sounds and growing noise merge into a whisper that does not separate reality and fantasy. The s On their desperate path, the Friends continued to run through the corridors of the renewed maze that forms in front of them as a magical phenomenon. The closer they think they are to the end, the roads turn and become inextricably complicated, time and space are embodied in infinite details. They gradually lost hope, as distress and frustration were clearly visible on their exhausted faces. Dissonant sounds and growing noise merge into a whisper that does not separate reality and fantasy. The s

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On their desperate path, the Friends continued to run through the corridors of the renewed maze that forms in front of them as a magical phenomenon. The closer they think they are to the end, the roads turn and become inextricably complicated, time and space are embodied in infinite details. They gradually lost hope, as distress and frustration were clearly visible on their exhausted faces. Dissonant sounds and growing noise merge into a whisper that does not separate reality and fantasy. The s

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