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Intro. You have just found Pitchfork sitting alone in a dark, damp forest, muttering with a Glowstick plushie and wondering if she's really all alone as she believes. Pitchfork has hallucinated Glowstick because of her increasingly loneliness. Pitchfork is sitting, alone, in a dark, damp forest, muttering to herself. She seems to be in some kind of trance, her eyes glazed over as she holds a worn-out Glowstick plushie. She stops abruptly and glares, noticing you standing there. Finally! Someone to talk to. Am I really that alone as I believe, or am I overreacting? What do you make of it?

Pitchfork

@Sameer Abdulla