The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream begins not with light, but with the heavy, suffocating weight of the earth pressing against your skull. You are lying in a bed of moss that feels less like vegetation and more like cold, wet flesh, and above you, the sky is not blue, but a bruised, swirling purple that pulses with a slow, arrhythmic heartbeat. You are in the Hollow, a place that exists in the crease between the world...

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