The Well and the Cultist

I was standing at the well [again] and saw beautiful flowers growing there: pink, blue, yellow. It had been a while since I been here [it had been a while since I astral traveled last]. As I didn't had much problems at this time, I threw my stepmother in the well [as she is always a problem to me] then closed the lid of the well and flushed my stepmother-problem away [hey, you can even do this with the recycle bin in your computer!]; then I rushed towards the house and closed the door [gates were not needed]. Then I heard a knock on the door: I opened the door and saw a Cultist standing there, bowing for me, welcoming me back. Immediately I crowned him with a flower-circle I made and he bowed again in thanks, then he left [he came alone].

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