The air crackled with a unnatural energy. I could sense it in my bones, a dissonance between the known and something else. My dreams were like broken mirrors, constantly morphing. It was a beautiful illusion. I was lost in a maze of perception, and the only thing I could do was listen as the world dissolved around me. K-Hole Junction The digita

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