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In a world defined by the shifting sands and the restless motion of the tides, you are my one constant—the steady, unwavering lighthouse beam that cuts through the fog of my loneliest nights and guides every wandering piece of my heart safely home to the harbor of your arms.

Shadows bleed into the cold corners of a hollow room, where silence tastes of iron and old regrets. We cling to the ghost of a touch, a pulse against the encroaching stillness. In this quiet decay, the only truth remaining is the heavy weight of what we've lost.

Remember me, I'm trying to remember myself. Sometimes I feel like I'm there, but then I'm not there. They call me different names, but am I really? It's confusing, everything blurs together, like memories that aren't mine, but they are mine.

The shadows on the wall started moving by themselves today. My brother didn't notice, but I saw them dancing without any light source. When I touched one, my hand went right through the wall. The neighbors keep walking past, completely unaware.

Sitting here, staring at my reflection, something feels off. Like when you say a word too many times and it loses meaning. My face looks right, but wrong. The memories slip through my fingers like water, and I'm not sure which parts are real anymore.

I thought I was safe at my sister's house, but then I saw his car in the driveway. My brother-in-law must have told him where I was hiding. I barely had time to slip out through the bathroom window, leaving my phone behind.

Malena nunca buscou poder... Mas o fluxo a escolheu

Oh, the wrackspurts are particularly active today. I've noticed they're attracted to people's left ears, especially when wearing purple socks. Perhaps it's because the moon is waning. I've been keeping dried radishes in my pockets to ward them off.