the unseen

the unseen

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The artist strategically placed the dark red matter everywhere, making it wonderful to look at. I shook my head. I needed to establish what is exactly happening here, I needed to be aware of things happening around me. I move towards the wall behind me,I was confused about how I got here, but I simply couldn't jog my memory.
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