One hundred and eighty days I served.
Sixty days and sixty nights I sat in darkness and waited.
The spring sun brings me back to life like the trees, and in the summer I grow.
[ out of control ] (chaos)
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Hypothetical scenario for you. This man walks up to you and asks if you would like to hold his particle, but no pressure if you don't want to.
What happens next?