The Faded Apartment
The dream is not a place you go; it is a weight you carry. You are standing in a room that is too large for its contents, a vast, vaulted hall where the light comes from nowhere and everywhere, casting long, soft shadows that do not move. The air is still, thick with the scent of old paper and dust, a scent that smells like time itself. You are not alone. There is a figure at the far end of the...
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