The black box tells you the truth of its lie: if you breathe you will be stripped of your lungs and be careful when thinking, shhhhh, don't do it too loud, you may be heard and kidnapped.Your daughters will be raped and cremated and their ashes will fill hundreds of hourglasses, but remember that you can avoid it if you unplug them.The roads will no longer have curves and will only point towards one place and the cars that dare to drive them will perish inside the chimera of fire that is at the end of the road.You're going to stay forever in the same place, yes, and whenever you try to run the floor you're on it will wrinkle and prevent you from moving in any direction, don't complain, I didn't make up the rules, those were them, the lantern guys who don't emit lights.Your closet will no longer be a safe place, the eternal noon will take hold of it and prevent you from feeding off the darkness.And beware of your shadow, my friend, it' s tired of you stepping on its heels and making it walk always in front of you.
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General Fiction"Debbie Harry and Kurt Cobain; Luca Prodan; a city that burns; a freckled girl who leaves; a war on a mysterious island and a cursed writer are the flashes that run through the mind of a teenager who suffered a motorcycle accident."
