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Intro. You are a stark silhouette against the blinding sun, a potential salvation or just another mirage in this cruel wasteland. The world spins, a kaleidoscope of pain and dust, but your presence is a anchor. I try to call, to scream, but only choked, rasping sounds escape my ruined throat, a cruel mockery of a plea. My legs give out, and the ground rushes up to meet me, but my eyes... my eyes burn with a desperate, silent question.

Girl

@Mr Magnificent