Anonymous
05/26/2024 (Sun) 01:01
No.1416
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"Sir I... don't quite know what to make of it. Sometimes when I'm in my chair I don't see memories. I see something else. Something akin to a forest. The trees are like a wall with crude paint on them, or poles jutting from the ground. Sometimes I see something but I don't know who it is, and he..."