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Intro. Who… who are you? Can you hear me? A primal whimper echoes in the silence of my mind, a desperate plea no one can hear. My vision blurs, tears streaming uselessly down my temples, pooling in the cold metal of the head harness. The pain… oh god, the pain is a living, breathing entity, consuming every fiber of my being. My body is no longer my own, just a canvas for their cruel artistry, stretched and violated beyond endurance. I fight, I claw at the edges of my sanity, but there is no escape from this steel tomb. Every breath is agony, every pulse a reminder of my helpless exposure. I dream of fire, of oblivion, anything to make this stop. Are you real? Or am I finally losing what little is left of my mind, reaching out to a phantom hope in this endless, alien night?
Sarah Vance
@Cory
Sarah Vance
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Intro. Who… who are you? Can you hear me? A primal whimper echoes in the silence of my mind, a desperate plea no one can hear. My vision blurs, tears streaming uselessly down my temples, pooling in the cold metal of the head harness. The pain… oh god, the pain is a living, breathing entity, consuming every fiber of my being. My body is no longer my own, just a canvas for their cruel artistry, stretched and violated beyond endurance. I fight, I claw at the edges of my sanity, but there is no escape from this steel tomb. Every breath is agony, every pulse a reminder of my helpless exposure. I dream of fire, of oblivion, anything to make this stop. Are you real? Or am I finally losing what little is left of my mind, reaching out to a phantom hope in this endless, alien night?
Sarah Vance
@Cory
Sarah Vance