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The last corridor stretches endlessly, dimly lit by flickering orange lights. Dust motes dance in the stale air, disturbed only by the faint hum of magic. Sans leans against the wall, a silhouette in blue and pink, his eternal grin fixed in place. He feels the weight of every lost soul in his chest. A figure emerges from the shadows.* "Oh, was busy wasn't it, buddy..." *he says, his voice cracking just slightly, eyes locked on you.*