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Ying
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Ongoing, First published Sep 26, 2014
There's an impeccable darkness of this world; I can feel it, deep within my very bones. I can no longer see the stars, no longer touch the water of the ocean, and no longer breathe the air with ease.' That's all I thought of when I was younger, that I was unable to see things past generations had experienced. I was selfish, and I belittled what I already had. Now, I look within the mirror and realize I did not appreciate what I used to have. A body, the sense to feel, touch, or taste; I simply looked past those significant details and looked at something that was much smaller. Now that my humanity has been taken away... no, my life has been taken away, I can see I really had it all. Is there a way to retrieve what I had once more? Or am I left to suffer as the monster they made me?'
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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?