The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 11:20:46 -

You are sitting in a room that does not exist. The walls are made of damp paper, soft and yielding under your fingertips. The air smells of wet wool and old ink. It is a small space. A closet. A cupboard. You are trapped inside it. You have always been trapped inside it. Your hands are the room. This is the truth you cannot deny. Your left palm is the floor. Your right palm is the ceiling. Your...

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