In my dream Im running across Kampa Island, under the stone bridge. I run following the light before the darkness catch me...
My dream is cursed, as the golden town was in his past cursed by the presences of the devil and demons...
during my walk I found a book under a bench: 77 legends of Prague, It tells more about this damn dream so real, and that seems never ends. I should come through this and going out from this hellish.
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