Embers and Insanity

The haze swirls, a thick veil of grime that clings to the city like a shroud. Each whiff carries the scent of despair. Down here, in the depths where sunlight seldom penetrates, reality warps. Shadows contort, and the whispers echo on your sanity. A world of fantasy takes hold, where every corner hi
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