She pushes her rectangle in the dark room endlessly. Worried for when she will get tired and not be able to keep pushing it. Any time she slows down, the whole room of endless blackness shakes aggressively making the girl nauseous, waiting for her to start pushing her block once again. She wears a tight dress made from a dry towel. Her hair is all matted and messy. The girl is constantly sweating from the non-stop pushing. She never gets water or food. She can't think of anything other than her block. If she were to, the block would get twice as heavy. She remembers when she didn't have to punch the block. The room was colorful, she could think about anything she had wanted! But with out warning, the room went dark and began to shake causing the girl to fall and puke up a red liquidy substance. Her pretty pink dress became uncomfortable. After a few moments a block came up out of the ground, absorbing the blood turning the block a dark red color. The block was half her size. It took the girl many days to figure out what she had to do to stop the aggressive shaking. After a few years, the girl lost all concept of time.


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