The Distant Summer
You are sitting in a room that does not exist, a sterile white cube suspended in a void of static gray, and you are waiting for the verdict that will decide whether you are a monster or a victim, and the weight of the silence is so heavy that it presses against your eardrums like deep water. You wear a dress made of translucent silk, pale blue, like the sky over the sea before a storm breaks,...
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