The Twist: Reflections of Self
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"I woke up in a white room with no past, no door... and two girls who look like me."
Ember burns.
Amber mourns.
And I-
I'm just trying to remember who I was before the silence.
In this haunting, poetic journey through identity, grief, and the strange spaces between memory and healing, a girl trapped in a surreal world must confront the voices in her head, who may be more real than she thought.
Who are Ember and Amber?
Why do they feel like home... and like heartbreak?
And what happens when the chalk door finally opens?
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