You feel bad about letting your toes get hungry, so you bend down and pull out a handful of grass and feed it to the gnashing teeth. It feels nice, like feeding a row of ten rabbits. So you do it again. And again. And now, as far as the eye can see, there is nothing but blank whiteness. It's a good thing you were floating in the first place, or you'd probably be falling.

You gain self-loathing.

The End

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