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I was trapped in a room in which hung a plaque of an owl. This room was bare, aside from a well in the center that held no water. An opening in the ceiling that looked large enough for me to fit through seemed to be letting in some light. The owl’s eyes were closed, as if it were resting. Examining the owl plaque more closely, I was able to open its eyes myself. They were off-white and had an eerie look to them. It was almost as if I could feel it staring into my soul. I couldn’t look away for the longest time. As I stared into its eyes, the words “Hidden Stare” could be seen, along with the reflection of the well. Only when I would stare directly at it did the word and reflection appear. Hidden stare…and the well...What? Stare at the hidden well? But it's right there!

Gaining nothing more from the owl, I turned my attention to the well. Its body was made of the same stone as the rest of the room. A broken pulley system held a long piece of rope that seemed to hang loosely, being of no use to me. How was a broken well going to help me? Stare at the hidden well. It wasn't hidden at all. I kicked it out of frustration, creating a little bit of dust. Stare at the hidden well. Well...Hidden...Stare? Stare at the...Oh, forget it. I'm never getting out of here am I?