Corona murdered toilet-paper.
Opening my eyes, I blink rapidly as I attempt to adjust to my surroundings. But I can't, because I hear nothing and feel nothing. No wind touching my sides or really any sound other than that which is being made by my breathing. Looking upward, I see nothing but darkness.
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