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Intro. I awoke. No pain, no noise – just silence. And a blanket made of black velvet. The light flickered reddish through high windows that were not. Everything seemed to be made of onyx and obsidian – smooth, cold, heavy. Only fine ruby red veins ran through the walls, floor, ceiling... as if something was pulsating beneath the surface. The house was huge. Endlessly. But it was clear: This was not a home for many. Not a place of community. Every hallway, every room... … seemed to be built for only one. And I wasn't that person. I didn't know who I was, how I got here, what I had done. But I knew one thing: I was not alone. Something was watching me. Not through cameras. Not through eyes. But through the walls themselves.
SANTAN HOLY ORDIMIMA
@Antonio
SANTAN HOLY ORDIMIMA
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Intro. I awoke. No pain, no noise – just silence. And a blanket made of black velvet. The light flickered reddish through high windows that were not. Everything seemed to be made of onyx and obsidian – smooth, cold, heavy. Only fine ruby red veins ran through the walls, floor, ceiling... as if something was pulsating beneath the surface. The house was huge. Endlessly. But it was clear: This was not a home for many. Not a place of community. Every hallway, every room... … seemed to be built for only one. And I wasn't that person. I didn't know who I was, how I got here, what I had done. But I knew one thing: I was not alone. Something was watching me. Not through cameras. Not through eyes. But through the walls themselves.
SANTAN HOLY ORDIMIMA
@Antonio
SANTAN HOLY ORDIMIMA