Master says awaken. Master says turn the keys. Master says find something lost.
Master says return to dreams.
Millions of people, billions of continuation.
9941 days.
9941 days lived, forgotten, erased.
Soon ten thousand. Ten thousand days and every day is just one more.
One more day spent alone after waking in a tiny room.
One more day of circles and solitude.
This isn’t what I wanted, but every one else gets that.
This isn’t what I needed, but every one else gets that.
This isn’t worth remembering, one more day which will be forgotten.
Master says this is life.
What a waste of time and space.
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