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... ed away one by one. There was no horizon, no ceiling, no whisper of direction. Her mind stretched thin, screaming silently for definition, until at last—something rippled through the void.
A silhouette coalesced before her, drawn not in form but in fractured intent. White chalk-like outlines twisted and scribbled across a vaguely humanoid figure, pulsing in and out of focus like an animated sketch caught mid-frame.
The figure stood still, faceless and trembling, as though the voi ...
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