Once there was a girl called Alice. She was trying to grasp the deepest meanings of important moments she has. Alice gets on walking and looks for clues after all...
She finds this city not dangerous but interesting as the reflections of clouds on the silky water.
It's not about passwords to Alice. It's about words' reflections and the permission they give her to pass the next stage.
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