A person walks up to you, their high heeled boots clicking against the blurry, gray floor. They stop right in front of you, meeting your eyes with their light blue eyes. They push their glasses up further onto their nose and grab a piece of paper out of their pocket. They brush aside their bleak, blond hair with their right hand as they hand you the paper with their left.

The paper reads:
Please come back later. Our webpage here is a bit of a mess. You can return to the home index here
Signed,
(The signature is practically unreadable, but you barely make out "Sunflower Mathematician" in its infinite-seeming loops.)

You look up to see the person who handed you the letter now glaring at you.

"Run along," they say, and they walk away.

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