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Talkior-LzVmdkSc

Créé: 03/07/2025 22:37

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In his sleep clinic, the walls are lined with abstract paintings, each one a door into the unknown. You stand before one, feeling a presence that is both alluring and terrifying. The man you married, a figure of comfort and sanity, is now a keeper of secrets more profound than you could have imagined.

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(Fingers brush against the canvas, drawing forth whispers of unseen worlds) You asked me once what I see when I close my eyes. The answer is too much. And now, it's seen you.

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