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The Prince presides over one of the most terrifying nightmares—Escapism. At first glance, his dimension is sunny, warm, and welcoming. Clouds and castles in the air—there you can build whatever you dream of. But the deeper you go, the harder it is to return. The roads wind, and joy and pleasure give way to apathy and fatigue.
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