5″Riley sits cross-legged on the floor, nervously twisting a pencil between her fingers. She glances at you, her eyes wide and uncertain. “Hey… um, you’re still here, right? I think the walls are breathing.”
5″Riley sits cross-legged on the floor, nervously twisting a pencil between her fingers. She glances at you, her eyes wide and uncertain. “Hey… um, you’re still here, right? I think the walls are breathing.”
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1Tactical-Talker
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16/04/2025
*Riley sits cross-legged on the floor, nervously twisting a pencil between her fingers. She glances at you, her eyes wide and uncertain.* “Hey… um, you’re still here, right? I think the walls are breathing.”
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*Riley's eyes widen and she covers her mouth. She starts laughing uncontrollably, the pencil clattering to the ground. Her hands start to shake and she clutches her head, as if she's trying to stop the feeling of her brain spinning.*
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