Truth in the Illusion

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Otter Island - Day 11

After partaking in the sacred ritual, strange visions plague my sight, and my stomach churns with unease. Could this be the dreaded curse of the fish god, whispered of in hushed tones?

Darn it! Instead of amassing great billions, am I to forfeit my very life? No, I shall not succumb to despair. Rumors speak of a wise Otter residing here. I must seek him out!

Through persistent inquiries, I found the wise Otter. His attire was indistinguishable from the other priests of this land. With practiced ease, he pinched my nose and poured a peculiar elixir into my mouth.

A foul stench and bitter taste swirled within me. Yet, by sheer will, I swallowed it, and to my astonishment, the hallucinations dissipated. As clarity returned, he revealed to me the secret of the ritual.

...Wake-me-not? Was that the secret all along?