Cinders and Delirium

The haze wriggles, a thick veil of grime that clings to the city like a shroud. Each puff carries the scent of drought. Down here, in the labyrinths where sunlight never penetrates, reality fractures. Shadows contort, and the whispers gnaw on your sanity. A world of hallucination takes hold, where every corner hides a new bizarre revelation. The li

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