Cinders and Delirium

The haze churns, a thick veil of shadow that clings to the city like a shroud. Each whiff carries the scent of drought. Down here, in the labyrinths where sunlight seldom penetrates, reality melts. Shadows contort, and the whispers hiss on your sanity. A world of hallucination takes hold, where every street hides a new grotesque revelation. The lin

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