empty; a never-ending pitch black— only a small, flickering glow bounded at a single spot. no walls nor windows; no other being than myself. uncanny, I began treading along the abyss luring me in, luminance gradually dissipates. in sightless eyes, unintelligible whispers and sibilant stares pierces within my head. wandering off further from the light, knees quivering from submerging, thick, hazy mist began to infiltrate my lungs; chills running down my spine— intertwined fingers, the kiss of sun rays and citrus— a warmth I’ve long sought for, turned. a subtle gush of arctic, latching onto my skin. I felt my limbs, one by one bleeding out of strength, appalled. soft hymns and jars of laughter infiltrated my ears—nostalgia —both familiar and foreign. I awaken, heavy breath blowing— warming up my seemingly pale face; my stomach began to churn. instinctively, my legs fled, adrenaline coursing through despite being aghast. as if my feet knew the terrain, my soles remembering each step— it wasn’t long until I found the same, flickering glow weary. the creature kept up, only being a few breaths away,
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jamai vu.
