What I see around myself is… unsaturated, cloudy, human-robot like creatures around that have no emotions… world. Where am I? What spell is this?

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All these humans hate pink. I haven’t seen a single one in pink. They all look straight behind and go somewhere, probably important. Oh, and they have these little papers they call money. I do not know where to get them and if I even need them.

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I barely can talk to humans. The don’t just go somewhere, they go to work. Yes, work is where they get money, and for the money you can live. I just need to find a way out of here, because it is impossible to stay here any longer.

I need my normal world that humans call Utopia. Well, whatever, just take me back.