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Here it goes.
That day, everyone lost something.
Memories, names, body parts.... people. Sometimes, what was lost was replaced, flesh patched with shadows.
Something is changing us.
I don't know what I lost. I recognize my reflection. I can't see what it took, and that's what scares me the most.
Those who were changed tear their throats trying to mimic that sound. I can't sleep anymore. I don't recognize the people I knew.
I want to run. I never want to hear that sound again. I don't want to lose anything else.
But if I leave, I'll never be whole again.
Something happened that day, and I'm the only one left whole enough to find out what. I have to find the answer. Because no one is left to remember.
(Was that ok? I hope it wasn't too vague. I noticed a lot of people playing with visuals more. Ah well, I had fun.
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