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This is a work of fiction.

Or at least, that is the lie we tell ourselves before continuing.

The people, places, and events within these pages are imagined, rearranged, and distorted—shaped by fear, memory, obsession, and the slow erosion of reason. Any resemblance to real individuals or true events is said to be coincidental, though coincidence has a way of lingering, watching, and refusing to leave.

What follows contains scenes that may unsettle, disturb, or provoke discomfort. It peers into the darker corners of the human mind and listens for the things that breathe just beyond the reach of light. Reader discretion is advised, though caution may no longer be enough.

Do not expect the truth to announce itself clearly.

Here, truth fractures. Mysteries rot instead of resolving.

Some are meant to be felt rather than solved.

Some doors will open because you looked at them.

Others were never closed to begin with.

And once you are noticed, they do not close quietly.

Not all questions will be answered.

Not all truths will be safe.

Although, my english is not that good. So it may have some grammatical errors. I will try my best to minimise them.

Don't try to be a grammar pedant.

Because I don't need one at all.

Warning:

Don't spread hate comments. If you don't like, you can leave. I won't tolerate any shit here.

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