Flicker
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Last published Thu, Jun 13, 2024
Terror.
Fear.
Despair.
Nothing controls anyone except for their instincts. When you encounter something for the first time that causes an involuntary reaction, your flight or fight instinct kicks in.
What if what you encounter isn't real? But the gashes are real, right? Or did you do them yourself? You can't remember because your memory has sudden blocks in it.
What if you encounter something that paralyzes you, that caused death to be an exciting and happily accepted option. But they wait for you?
Who? The Flickers of course. The ones that hide in the dark? The ones who torment you? You don't remember? Of course you don't! Have you lost your way already? You need to wake up.
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