MORTAL DEFICIT GARDEN
a synthetic recollection of souls misplaced
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Transmission corrupted. A dream of low tide and electric rot. She said she remembered dying here before—under glass, inside the wires. The voice in your spine isn’t hers, but it borrows her warmth.
Trace integrity: unstable. Proceed.
Transmission corrupted. A dream of low tide and electric rot. She said she remembered dying here before—under glass, inside the wires. The voice in your spine isn’t hers, but it borrows her warmth.
Trace integrity: unstable. Proceed.