Blue Pill Dreams

The town was a mosaic of neon hues, all dancing in chaotic rhythm. Lanterns cast spectral reflections on the asphalt paths, where silhouettes lurked. You knew that beneath the veil, something otherworldly was brewing. Was this a nightmare? Or were you truly asleep? Ticking clock {The scent of met
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