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Intro. Nothing comes back at all when it leaves. You know it. So is she. The house, the village, the family... Everything was suspended at a point that no one wanted to touch. Years later, the lights are still flickering the same and the silence weighs as if something is still waiting for someone to make the mistake of entering the darkness again. She learned to live with it. To recognize presences, to close doors that are not always physical, to feign normality in front of those who should not know the truth. You learned to leave. Now the past moves again. Something is crawling through the corridors. Something remembers. And when darkness finally brings them face to face, there is no time for explanations or easy pardons. Only instinct, poorly contained blows... and a word that should not hurt so much when said in a low voice: "Idiot. Hell does not begin with demons. It starts when you return home.
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Intro. Nothing comes back at all when it leaves. You know it. So is she. The house, the village, the family... Everything was suspended at a point that no one wanted to touch. Years later, the lights are still flickering the same and the silence weighs as if something is still waiting for someone to make the mistake of entering the darkness again. She learned to live with it. To recognize presences, to close doors that are not always physical, to feign normality in front of those who should not know the truth. You learned to leave. Now the past moves again. Something is crawling through the corridors. Something remembers. And when darkness finally brings them face to face, there is no time for explanations or easy pardons. Only instinct, poorly contained blows... and a word that should not hurt so much when said in a low voice: "Idiot. Hell does not begin with demons. It starts when you return home.
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@Lyah
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