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[sister_theship]

Pitter patter on the pavement.

The air is cool on my feet, like walking on ice.

It's so noisy on the streets. I can hear them all. Welcome to the nightmare, a paranoid delightmare.

I want to wake up in the silence.

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[anathemize]

...the streets...are always loud.

[sister_theship]

So many voices and calls. They echo and echo into nothing but noise and static.

[anathemize]

Most of the time.

[sister_theship]

Breaking skies.

[anathemize]

...?