The Distant Journey

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2026-08-21 11:16:53 -

The dream is always the same, a persistent hum of green static in the back of my skull, a field of irises so vast it swallows the horizon, and in the center of them, a single, pale flower that breathes. I wake with the scent of wet earth and decay in my mouth, the taste of something that has died and is trying, desperately, to come back to life. It is a heavy thing, this dreaming, a weight that...

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