The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-19 20:51:11 -

The Faded Bouquet

You are not sleeping. You are walking. The ground beneath your boots is soft, a spongy mat of black peat that sighs with every step, releasing a cold, sweet rot that smells of centuries. The air is thick, heavy with moisture that settles on your skin like a second, damp shirt. You know this place. You have always known this place, even if your conscious mind refuses to name it. It is the deep...

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