Chapter 3

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You lift up your head from your desk, staring at the black screen of the computer

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You lift up your head from your desk, staring at the black screen of the computer. The dream, again, just after clicking on the document. Strangely, though, no time seems to have passed outside. The sun is still high in the sky. It must be about noon. You hit the spacebar of the laptop, and the Janus Library displays on the screen, each of the documents still waiting in their small icons. 

West Moorwich

who tf am i

Praying for Roses

WIP 1.12.8

The Edevane Assassin

Vanderbraum Family History

For Samantha

Criss Cross

WIP 2.4.18

Eris Rises

The Death of the Architect

The Happymart Horror

Should you click a new one? Or revisit one you've already clicked? Or something else? You can't help but feel a sense of danger as you stare at the computer, but there's a thrill too.

Should you click a new one? Or revisit one you've already clicked? Or something else? You can't help but feel a sense of danger as you stare at the computer, but there's a thrill too

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"I realize that something is off, and giving me weird vibes, so I decide to take a break. Maybe get some McDonalds, try not to think about myself going crazy, and then sit back down again to attempt to write my paper for school because goodness knows how long that'll take. But... eventually... I'll feel myself drawn back to the mysterious pages already written by others... I slowly click on the Death of the Architect... unsure of what's to come." @karuka.cartoons on Instagram

This void... or is it a void? It would be a void, except for the color. Everything is blue, except the yellow sunrise-like orb on the horizon. You move towards it effortlessly. You love this sunrise, and fear it. You wish it to strangle you in its embrace. Eventually, the yellow stretches, and cracks, and bends around you, until you are surrounded by its sunniness, and suddenly, a body. A consciousness. Not your own. Do you let it become you? Or do you reject it?

 Do you let it become you? Or do you reject it?

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