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Utopia's Box
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Lopende, voor het eerst gepubliceerd jun. 18, 2023
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Here's our protagonist, a man rousing from a sleep that spanned years, tossed into the whirlwind of life. His memory, an empty canvas, his identity, a phantom whisper. Yet, there's a spark within him, a glimmer in his disoriented gaze.

His inherent abilities rise to the surface, stirring intrigue. An enigma wrapped in a mystery, he is presented with the stage to display his unique potential, to contribute to society, and in doing so, perhaps discover his true role in this cosmic play.

Behold, a man endeavoring to carve out a utopia from the chaos of existence. The game board changes, the stakes rise. Every move calculated, every decision weighed, he treads with caution on the precipice of perfection.

But oh, the suspense! What if he stumbles? What if he falls? A thrilling plot twist in the making. After all, isn't he only human? The mere thought of a misplaced pawn in this grand game sends a thrill down my spine. The stage is set, the lights dim, the next scene is about to unfold. Let the play continue.
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She felt it before she saw it-the prickle of eyes on her skin, the unsettling sensation of being watched, even in a crowd. The feeling had started months ago, subtle at first, just a hint of unease that she brushed aside as paranoia. But as days turned into weeks, the sensation grew more intense, more insistent, like a shadow that followed her everywhere. Her friends called her dramatic, her mother worried she was overworking herself. But she knew better. It wasn't just her imagination. He was always there-just out of sight, lurking in the edges of her world, a dark figure woven into the fabric of her life. She caught glimpses of him in reflections, a fleeting silhouette in the corner of her vision. She could feel his presence, a heavy weight pressing on her chest, tightening her breath. He watched her with a hunger that burned in his eyes, an obsession that consumed him. She didn't know his name, didn't know his face, but she could feel the intensity of his gaze even when she was alone. It was a strange sensation, knowing someone wanted her so badly it bordered on madness. Her every move was marked, every breath counted. She was no longer living in a city, but in a cage-a cage he had built, without bars or locks, yet impossible to escape. He had chosen her, marked her as his own, and now there was no turning back. She's his obsession, and he's her obsessive stalker. What she didn't know was why. Why her? Why now? And what would he do if she tried to run? The answer was simple-he would never let her go
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