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There was a people who were ruled by a just leader and they had as well a unique form of punishment. Whilst others might have resorted to the death penalty, these people had something else.

That something else was what they called the Round Cube, also known as the Token of Madness.

I assure you it is absolutely impossible to grasp the idea of the Round Cube, let alone imagine it. This is my best attempt at describing it:

It takes the physical appearance of a cube, a perfectly solid cube made of some hard material, probably wood. Yet when you hold it, it feels like a sphere. You look at your hands clasped firmly around the corner of the cube, yet your hands tell you they feel a smooth surface. It is something the mind simply cannot comprehend. Most people, when put in a room with the Cube, eventually cannot resist the temptation to hold it.

Most of them go mad as their minds try feebly to make sense of something that just cannot make sense. A few, however, managed to keep their sanity through sheer mental strength. A very small few. In fact, only two people have walked away sane after interacting with the cube.

The first person is, of course, the man who created it. By what means we do not know, except it took him years of seclusion and hard work. His name is Famfhurst.

The second person is… yours truly. For what crime I was punished for I cannot tell you, but I can afford to say this:

It is my duty, till the end of my life, to be in the room, uncover the cube, and watch the sentenced person till he loses his mind. Then I cover the Cube, escort the man out, and return to my quarters. There, I must be ready to attend another sentencing within ten minutes’ notice, as well as talk about the history of the cube and explain what it is to people like you.

There is, of course, much more to the story, but I’m afraid my time here is up. See that guard there behind you? That means I have to be present for another sentencing.

Such is my life, staring madness in the eye, day in, day out, always on the brink of losing it, but never weak enough to slip and fall.

I wish you a pleasant journey, stranger.

Goodbye.

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