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labrat
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em abr 18, 2024
There's two things on my mind right now: inevitable death and purple. Inevitable death, because I know it happens. And I hope it happens to me. Purple, because that's the only color I can see. You get tired of purple if it's the only thing you see. You can get tired of almost anything if you deal with it long enough.

I stared at the wall. A grey-ish purple. People on the outside tell me about other colors, and try to describe them. Except their dull descriptions help me in no way, shape, or form. It's hard; not being able to see 'green' or 'orange' or.. 'aquamarine'?? Whatever that weird color is..
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My name is Lila, the last of the Grays. The Glass Man murdered my family seven years ago, and I've been running ever since. He finds me in my dreams and tells me I'm not human. I argue with him, because it's absurd. So what if I can sense and control other people's minds and change my appearance at will? It doesn't mean I'm like him. I try to save lives, while the Glass Man kills on a whim. When he's close, I feel our combined potential, like a nuclear bomb with the power to wipe out the human race. Maybe that's why he's looking for me. Or maybe he wants to kill me, too. Before my time runs out, I have to find out why mother left me her music box. It holds answers-I know it. Although I'm tired, I have to keep moving. Keep scrounging for food. Keep dodging bullets. Keep ahead of him. It should be an easy decision, if not for the part of me that wants him as badly as he wants me.