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TWENTY-EIGHT: Crazy, Fool-Proof Idea

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-20 00:16:23

MINTHE

Crazy, Fool-proof Idea

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Dying because of a literal, floating proximity boundary is a special, unadulterated kind of bullshit.

The black void doesn’t welcome me with a peaceful transition or a gentle fading of the senses.

It spits me right back into reality with the violent, agonizing sting of a oxygen-deprived chest and the unmistakable, stale taste of copper coating the back of my throat.

My lungs expand with a sharp, ragged gasp, sucking in the freezing, dust-laden air of my ruine
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