There’s a strange, suffocating heaviness pinning down my eyelids, like I’ve been swimming through deep, murky waters for hours and can't quite break the surface. My head throbs—a dull, rhythmic ache that pulses violently right behind my eyes, making the mere act of consciousness feel like a physical battle.
It takes a long, agonizing moment for the blurred world to steady itself around me.
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When the world sleeps, My imagination awakens. I scribble in moonlight, capturing fleeting thoughts, dreams, and whispers. The night sky becomes my canvas, and the stars my companions.
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