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VOID: WORLD OF MANIPULATION. ⚫️
Somewhere between real and unreal, you start to feel everything turning strange–like you’re trapped inside a fading fantasy, holding onto something that was never really yours to keep. it lingers in fragments, in soft echoes and distant feelings, like a memory glitching out of place, and you try to stay in it just a little longer even when it’s already slipping away, dissolving quietly into nothing, leaving you with a hollow kind of comfort you can’t quite let go of. ✧
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