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... Familiar, but foreign. Like slipping into a childhood dream halfway through someone else’s nightmare.
There was no floor. No bed. No warmth. Just the feeling of floating in air — or rather, in the absence of it. Like drifting through a void that had forgotten what gravity was. A cold, gnawing nothingness that didn’t bite, but whispered. No contact. No pressure. Not even air brushing against his skin. "Ah.. the time with the shark"
His eyes adjusted to the surreal, and there — in ...
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