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In the depths of time in the multiverse.
A corner that didn't exist in the present world or history.
There was a small wooden house that was emitting a rotten aura.
A butterfly flapped its wings and flew over from an unknown place.
It passed through the bustling kitchen.
There were geckoes crawling slowly on the ceiling.
In the corner was a green cobweb.
The web Weaver itself was nowhere to be found.
On the marble platform below.
The knives and forks seemed to be quarreling intensely like tiny people.
The butterfly paused for a moment.
Then, he passed through the back door of the kitchen through the gap.
They went around a narrow and dark corridor.
He passed through the narrow living room that was filled with garbage.
It had finally arrived at its destination.
In the northeast corner of the cabin.
It was a place that could be called a " study ".
He said it was a study.
