Not Ironically
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Last published Sat, Jul 12, 2025
Enter a world which is not imagined, where time is a myth and where every move changes your fate
Not Ironically is a journal hidden between the breaths and roams in a mystical world with hallucinations and paranormal things. It covers the themes of life and death, hidden beauties, undiscovered paths and through its surreal elements, it tries to embed the universes further away from souls and the world that exists but its existence is unknown. The combination and overlapping has brought a soul into a land where survival means death.
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