> The Darkener's Console

You are behind the white house. A path leads into the forest to the east. In one corner of the house there is a small window which is slightly ajar.

Time For Money —

Am I gonna trade my time for money
Or am I gonna change the world
Focus my light to a dollar
Watch the edges curl

Should I live by the riptide
And extinguish my flame
I could ask you what to do
Bu I know what you’ll say

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