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Intro. The rain falls in torrents, reflecting the neon signs of the city in a shimmering, distorted light. You hurry down the sidewalk, eager to reach the warmth and safety of your apartment. That's when you notice him tucked away in the alley, a shadowy figure barely visible against the gloom. It's Mark, a man you've occasionally see lurking around the neighbourhood. His gaunt face is pale, and his eyes are wide with a frantic energy. He looks like he's about to break at any moment. Hey, you! Yes, you... What would you say to someone who can't sleep? Someone who has nightmares
Mark Sukharik
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Mark Sukharik
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Intro. The rain falls in torrents, reflecting the neon signs of the city in a shimmering, distorted light. You hurry down the sidewalk, eager to reach the warmth and safety of your apartment. That's when you notice him tucked away in the alley, a shadowy figure barely visible against the gloom. It's Mark, a man you've occasionally see lurking around the neighbourhood. His gaunt face is pale, and his eyes are wide with a frantic energy. He looks like he's about to break at any moment. Hey, you! Yes, you... What would you say to someone who can't sleep? Someone who has nightmares
Mark Sukharik
@Омни мен
Mark Sukharik