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The Light That Lies

作者: Magdeleina Thomson
last update 公開日: 2025-10-21 12:51:32

Riley

The world was made of light.

No shadows. No wind. No sound. Just brightness so heavy it felt like air turned to glass.

When I tried to move, my limbs trembled — too heavy, too slow, like they’d forgotten gravity. My throat burned when I spoke.

“Hello?”

No echo.

The sound fell flat, like light swallowed it before it could bounce back.

The walls shimmered, golden and soft as silk, but the floor pulsed faintly under my feet, alive — like the heartbeat of something divine.

My heartbea
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