I guess I am. [Papyrus shifts the notes in his arms enough to consider the note, which instructs him to gaze into the candle as he meditates, but nothing more.] It's supposed to help... They didn't say how.
[He felt puzzled enough by the ambiguous instructions, and could have gotten stuck there all day - only for the solution to nearly be a pun. Think about nothing. Not thinking. It was for sure a riddle.]
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[He felt puzzled enough by the ambiguous instructions, and could have gotten stuck there all day - only for the solution to nearly be a pun. Think about nothing. Not thinking. It was for sure a riddle.]