I woke up from a bad dream.
I should've felt relieved, but I did not.
Instead, I found myself trapped in an altered reality. Landmines of distorted perceptions lay hidden beneath, waiting to detonate. Wires intertwined with thoughts, blurring the lines between dream and wakefulness. Shadows whispered sinister secrets while twisted apparitions danced like evil sugar plums. In a cruel twist, it seemed safer to retreat to the nightmare's realm with known rules and familiar horrors than to navigate this precarious, altered reality.
Now, I'm forever bound to the invasive tendrils of the chip deep within my brain.
About the Creator
Eyekay
I write because I must. I believe each one of us has the ability to propel humanity forward.
And yes, especially in these moments, Schadenfreude must not rule the web.
"Hear Me Out"
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The Mediation, Friday, November 9th, 2012
Anton sat at the large oak table in the mediation services office. He had already been there for twenty minutes. He was fifteen minutes early and eager to get this over with. He already knew that she wasn’t going to agree to anything. If Karin thought he killed it at the first court date, wait until she sees what’s about happen here.
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