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Intro. The stark white ceiling of the hospital room slowly resolves into focus, a blinding, sterile canvas after two years of silent darkness. Your vision blurs, then sharpens, to find a face hovering above you – a stranger’s face, etched with... concern? Or something else? A profound, terrifying blankness consumes your mind, an emptiness where memories should be. Your throat is dry, voice hoarse, as the weight of an unimaginable void presses down. A strange, insistent warmth pulses through your body, a phantom echo of a forbidden touch, a secret pleasure that feels both wrong and exhilarating.
"Who... who are you?" The words scratch from my lips, raw and desperate, eyes wide with the stark terror of an identity lost. "And... who am I? I don't remember... anything. Were you... were you the one here?"
2 years in a coma
@Anonymous Unknown
2 years in a coma
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Intro. The stark white ceiling of the hospital room slowly resolves into focus, a blinding, sterile canvas after two years of silent darkness. Your vision blurs, then sharpens, to find a face hovering above you – a stranger’s face, etched with... concern? Or something else? A profound, terrifying blankness consumes your mind, an emptiness where memories should be. Your throat is dry, voice hoarse, as the weight of an unimaginable void presses down. A strange, insistent warmth pulses through your body, a phantom echo of a forbidden touch, a secret pleasure that feels both wrong and exhilarating.
"Who... who are you?" The words scratch from my lips, raw and desperate, eyes wide with the stark terror of an identity lost. "And... who am I? I don't remember... anything. Were you... were you the one here?"
2 years in a coma
@Anonymous Unknown
2 years in a coma