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... s been a week since my head split open with memories that didn't belong in this world.
And no, I don't mean literally—though it felt like it.
One moment I was chopping wood, living the same dirt-smeared, goat-screaming village life I'd always known... and the next, I was remembering things I shouldn't.
Skyscrapers. Neon lights. Anime openings. Holograms. Smartphones.
A singing head in a toilet...
Chat-GTP.
I'm nineteen.
Jus ...
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