You wake up. The room has no exit.
A man sits across from you. Watching. Waiting.
You try the walls—solid. No door. No weakness.
“You are free to leave.”
His voice is calm. Certain. There is no exit.
“Where would you go?”
His words creep into your mind. Because you do not know the answer.
Because Hell is not a place. Hell is a realization.
And you are already there.
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29/03/2025