The Magical Emporium
In the room of Gangsters, everyone started to praise me.
In the room of music, tunes where flying through the air.
In the room of nothing, I started to disappear.
In the room of life, animals were flourishing and plants where sprouting.
In the room of gold, A golden hand was reaching towards me to turn me into gold.
In the room of time and space, everything was unstoppable.
In the room of fortune, I started to see my life flash before my eyes.
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