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When your bag is full enough that it takes you both hands to carry it, you wander towards one of the far corners of the park that nobody has visited yet. Here, there are a few trees and tall hedges planted in an almost mazelike pattern, but they're a little overgrown and they twist together so tightly you can barely see a way through.
Scattered around the edge, however, are a few glass bottles—and from the middle of the maze, you see what looks like a faint glow lighting up some of the shrubs. Whatever's in there, you think it might take you a while to get through, especially carrying all this trash.