Luminawriting
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- Parts 7
You escape a lie, only to live a nightmare. Back in your original dimension, everything is too... calm, too gentle, too... naive. Maybe you've changed more than this world, but either way, it's painful to be back. You don't sleep; every day is another battle. And here you are, forced back into a different maw of a similar beast.
Heroism sucks. It's soul-sucking. It sucks every last drop of joy and love you can feel. You hate being alive. You should be dead - you're a rotting egg still being incubated. Yet here you are, watching the infected watching you back. Every night is a silent battle, and every day another is added to an invisible war. You're at your wits' end, and that Sea Angel's laugh still haunts you.
You need to kill them all.