Your divorce had hit you hard, your ex wife had taken nearly everything you worked for in the past decade, so you decided to test your luck at the world famous resort of change. You grabbed your keys from the person behind the desk, and made your way up the stairs, where you exited on the third floor. You walked down the hall, getting into your room with ease, before setting your small amount of luggage on the ground.
You opened the curtains, giving you a great view of the resort which was said to change people in mystical ways, that you would have to see with your own eyes to accept, and even then you wouldn't be sure if you were tricking yourself. You partially lacked belief in the so called magic which ran amok on the island, but what you had seen so far in your brief stint had made you more of a believer than you would have thought possible a week ago.
You went to the brochure that was lying on your nightstand, reading the many activities that you could participate while you were on the island. What really caught your attention was
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