The Trip That Changed My Life
<p>The old man, his features shrouded in shadows, wordlessly offered me a cup of tea. Its bitter scent filled the air, mingling with the oppressive heat that surrounded me like the fires of hell. I drank, the liquid scalding my throat like molten lava, sweat beading on my brow as I fought the urge to vomit.</p>
<p>As the tea scorched my throat, a sudden wave of dizziness swept over me. The room spun, and the air grew thick with an oppressive heat that seemed to sear my skin. In an instant, the old man’s face twisted and contorted before my eyes, morphing into a nightmarish snakelike form, his eyes narrowing into slits as his mouth stretched into a gaping maw of razor-sharp teeth.</p>
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