TO MY DOS
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The only memories The only meaningful years To our memories yearned, and dose of sorrow She's been looking at him, but he doesn't see her. Or maybe he does.
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angela
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Trapped. No past, no name-only fragments of faces and voices remain. Strangely, she remembers her classmates, yet her own identity is a void. But they are not as she recalls. Their faces, their mannerisms, their very essence-changed. Twisted. Still, she clings to them, for they are her only link to the truth. "This is a school... but why is it always dark? Why does no one leave?" "We're trapped. Can't you see that?" She must escape. She wants to escape. But stepping outside alone is unthinkable. The unknown waits beyond these walls, and survival is uncertain. She searches for her classmates-only to realize they are few. "Only a few of us survived." Fear coils around her mind. Isolation. Dread. Desperation. The weight is unbearable. Exhaustion takes her, and when she wakes-she is back where she started. But this time, she is not alone. A figure stands before her. Unfamiliar, yet they gaze at her with knowing eyes. "Do you want to get out of here? Together?"

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