In my dreams, it’s always the same. It’s always dark, even in daylight, and no matter how real a scenario feels, I somehow know that beyond the horizon is nothing—not a wall or a boundary but nothing, like a six-dimensional cube room in which all doors lead back into itself.
[[Memory Mystery]]: non-directional like low-frequency sound wafted into mind like incense in a cool breeze.
“You don’t know who I am or where I’m from. Quite possibly, neither do I. But I do know why I’m here…”
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