Bent Reality Blues

The air buzzed with a strange energy. I could taste it in my bones, a friction between the known and something else. My dreams were like stained glass, constantly rearranging. It was a terrifying illusion. I was caught in a web of illusions, and the only thing I could do was listen as the world diss
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