The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The dream was a house made of glass, and I was standing in the center of a room that had no floor, only a chasm of swirling fog below. The walls were transparent, revealing a vast, indifferent landscape where the sky was the color of bruised plums. I could feel the cold seeping through the soles of my feet, a chill that was not of this world but of the one I had been forced to inhabit for the...

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