Dreams I Shouldn't Remember
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Last published Sun, Aug 24, 2025
Somnio, ergo inanis sum
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the legends of the network
There are countless moments when we all stumble upon those ancient and modern photographs, inhabited by beings that influence our souls with a spectral restlessness, making us question whether we even know the truth. And what is truth to us, if not that which is told to us from a very young age? In these images, and additionally videos, strange supernatural beings appear, far from ghosts or demons, turning themselves into legends. The reason they are considered what they are is because the truth of their origin has been so distorted over the years that we can deduce that these same beings never existed, or, at least, we refuse to acknowledge their existence. This, I will respond, is just another distorted truth, for the truth of the self-proclaimed Creepypastas will forever remain as another of the whims in the fragility of the balance between truth and lies.
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𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍..?
Dream of Darkness and Light.
A man stumbles onto otherworldly forces and realizes that his existence will never be the same.Complete
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𝐀 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐚 𝐎𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? (completed) (edited)Complete
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i did nothing.
Title: i did nothing. "Some people vanish. Others are forgotten. But the worst ones... are erased while you still remember them." Every day feels the same. Every face, familiar-until it isn't. Every message... not quite how you remember it. What begins as ordinary becomes unnerving. A group chat. A classroom. A mirror that reflects too much... or nothing at all. No jumpscares. No monsters. Just the quiet unraveling of what's real-and who you are. If you start seeing glitches, if names begin to fade, don't scroll back.Complete
This isnt continuing (if i ever come back to it idk then)
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