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It wasn’t anything.
Not fire. Not energy. Not warmth.
Just—hunger.
A vast, unending appetite that didn’t roar or rage but simply was. A presence so absolute it defied comprehension, pressing against me from all directions, seeping into the spaces where my thoughts used to live. I wasn’t falling anymore. I wasn’t moving. I wasn’t even existing the way I used to—not in the way I understood existence, with edges and boundaries and a sense of me.
I wasn’t.
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