“The truth is that you know nothing of this place.”
“The truth is that this place will eat you whole. In a month, not even bones will be left.”
“The truth is that you are already dead, and the rest of you is simply, slowly, catching up to that fact.”
“The truth is that we know nothing that can help you, or ourselves.”
“The truth is that only in us eating you, or you eating us, is anyone stronger for the exchange.”
“The truth is that we have lied to you, but not nearly as much as you have lied to yourself.”
“The truth is that when you are dead, which will be soon, and when we are dead, which will also be soon, it will be as if we never spoke.”
“The truth is that when you are dead, which will be soon, and when we are dead, which will also be soon, it will be as if we never existed.”
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