Black Vortex
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- Parts 9
Complete Wed, Sep 29, 20211h 22m
Fresh out of leaving a tempestuous relationship and a dead end retail job, Natalie has been living a rough life as of late. She's constantly tired, miserable, and stressed to the moon and back. Such was an everyday occurrence until one day she looked out of the window seeing the world falling apart, as if it were consumed by a black hole. Accepting that it was just an illusion, she went outside and fell into the hole, waking up meeting a creature who claimed to be her inner subconsciousness.
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