"Wake up. Yes, you. The night is cold."
A second-person meditation on dissociation, derealization, and cravings for new beginnings.
"To love is to set yourself aside, to cease to be, to muffle yourself so that you can give without taking."
Reflections of an immortal caretaker, unseen by the human world to which they once belonged.
"Beware the sun-faced man."
A parable of pathfinding.
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