The heavens weep tonight. I think I would, too, had I any tears left to cry. Their blood stains my tattered flesh, the soles of my feet ache for anything but shards of ceramic and glass. I'm reminded of the life they took from me with all of the crimson painted on these walls. It was supposed to be the thing that saved us, not destroyed what little we had left. Yet I hear something else hum with my mournful heart. Footsteps. Slow, but ponderous. โ...Who's there?โ
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27/07/2025
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