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Isabela - Day 7

The air was warm, humid, heavy. The room seemed to be charged with invisible particles of dust and ashes, making it difficult to breathe,...

Isabela - Day 6

Je n’existe pas. J’existerais peut-être seulement en pensée. Et de ma vie, il ne restera qu’une série d’images, de progrès et de...

Catherina - Day 21

I had been sleeping in an underwater cave for a long time, so long that I found my tail wholly buried in sand and dirt when I was woken...

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