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I lost count of how many times I died. The monster's attacks became a blur, a never-ending nightmare. I tried everything to escape, but the gray void seemed to shift and twist around me, trapping me in an infinite loop.
On the 89th death, I decided to take control. I waited for the monster to approach, then jammed my tongue between my teeth and bit down hard. The pain was intense, but I welcomed it. Anything to break the cycle.
But even that failed. I woke up again, my tongue throbbing in agony. The monster loomed over me, its jaws open wide.
I realized then that I was trapped in a never-ending purgatory, doomed to repeat the same deaths forever. The thought drove me mad.
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And then, something changed. On the 98th death, I started seeing glimpses of my past lives. Fragmented memories, like shards of glass, pierced my mind. I saw myself dying, again and again, in different ways. The memories haunted me, taunting me with the possibility of escape.
But the cycle continued. Until the 100th death, when something unexpected happened...
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