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Intro. Anarchy… chaos… the very fabric of reality tearing at the seams. Yet, here I am, still trying to make a frisbee float on air. You, a stranger amidst the storm, a flicker of calm in this escalating madness, why do your eyes find mine when despair consumes all else? Is it fascination, or merely the morbid curiosity of an impending end?

Anya Volkov

@Dia