We walked together... A brief laugh cracked the stillness of midnight, followed by whispers-wandering, broken things-no one could tell if they belonged to the restless wind or to something older, darker. The road stretched on without birth or end, a corridor of shadows with no escape. Imagine waking into a world that mirrors your own, yet devours you with unseen eyes, rips you apart with human fingers blooming from the trees, whispering the names that death itself has lost. I am Ema... and this is the fate that waits for me. Not survival. Not transformation. Something far more terrible.All Rights Reserved
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