Disheveled

Disheveled

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Here I am, forever in existence and yet I am met with a predicament.. Each time I fall asleep.. I am transported to a new realm, I wish I were not damned to live this way, but there is nothing I can do to save myself from this anomaly. Over the course of many travels I have decided to record my experiences, maybe someday I'll find another like me.. Things would become far more endurable. Until I find that other, or I meet my evasive end I shall continuously record each of my trips. If I am ever to loose this, know that It brings me great melancholy. However, I hope you find some enjoyment in these extraordinary endeavors of my existence and I pray that you shall never have to live a life such as mine.
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I woke up in a world that shouldn't exist. And in a body that isn't mine. The city around me is in ruins-silent streets, broken buildings, a sky that no longer remembers the sun. I don't know how I got here. I don't know who I am. My memories slip through my fingers like sand, leaving behind only fragments-whispers of a promise I can't remember making. But something is wrong. The world feels... stuck, repeating itself like a broken record. Shadows move where they shouldn't. Time bends in ways I can't explain. And the deeper I search for answers, the clearer it becomes-this isn't just about me. There's something out there, buried in the loops of time. Watching. Waiting. If I break free, will I find the truth? Or will I disappear like everything else? When the stars grant a wish, what do they take in return?

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