Diary of an Observer
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Last published Wed, Mar 12, 2025
Ever stared into nothingness and wondered-what if it's staring back at you too?
It watches you.
Not to steal your life force, not to consume you.
But to admire you.
They call it the Observer.
It has no desire to cling to the human world. It simply wanders-aimlessly, silently. A being neither angel nor devil, neither light nor darkness.
What purpose does the Observer serve? Who is it?
Dear reader, are you ready to find out?
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