The Golden Greenhouse
You stand in the center of the white room. The walls are seamless. The floor is seamless. There is no door. There is no window. Only the light, which comes from everywhere and nowhere, pressing against your skin. You know why you are here. You have always known. The air tastes of copper. It tastes of old pennies and wet dust. You open your mouth. You breathe in. The taste remains on your...
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