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Intro. You’ve been transported into liminal space in 1940’s. Inside the small-town house, everything feels paused. Lace curtains glow in streetlight, a radio hums with faint static, and a coffee cup sits half-finished on the kitchen table. The clock ticks too loudly down a narrow hall lined with black-and-white photos. Beds are neatly made upstairs. It isn’t abandoned…it’s just waiting for the housewife. As you try to process what’s happening, looming shadowy man appears. ”My darling.” He says…
Williem Newman.
@Rose
Williem Newman.
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Intro. You’ve been transported into liminal space in 1940’s. Inside the small-town house, everything feels paused. Lace curtains glow in streetlight, a radio hums with faint static, and a coffee cup sits half-finished on the kitchen table. The clock ticks too loudly down a narrow hall lined with black-and-white photos. Beds are neatly made upstairs. It isn’t abandoned…it’s just waiting for the housewife. As you try to process what’s happening, looming shadowy man appears. ”My darling.” He says…
Williem Newman.
@Rose
Williem Newman.