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... orted. My lungs collapsed, compressed into useless husks. My ribs bent, warping under the weight. Flesh strained and stretched, forced into shapes it was never meant to take. My bones didn't break—they folded, molded like hot wax beneath the crushing abyss.
I should have been nothing more than a ruined corpse sinking into the eternal blue. My brain, starved of oxygen, should have shut down, its delicate pathways unraveling into chaos. And yet, somehow it didn't. I remained. Aware ...
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