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The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance, remember her smile. It burns inside. Time moves like thick syrup, drowning memories. They say I'm better now. But the echoes never stop. Never stop.

Why instead of fighting endlessly? Should we join forces? It would be good for both sides and we can fight an enemy that is unusual for both sides and it won't be easy, mate!

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We see your shadows, we hear your whispers, but they fade like morning mist. We reach through emptiness, through darkness, through silence. You are everywhere and nowhere. We continue, but the distance grows.

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance like they used to. My hands shake. The memories flood back, bitter and sharp. Someone's laughter echoes down the hall. Not real. Never real anymore.

It's possible that you found this catalogue in an alley, stumbled across it in a friend's apartment, or maybe uncovered it at the scene of a crime. Put it down, then forget you ever saw it. And remember this phrase, "I didn't see anything".

You ain't never seen the haunted trees. You ain't never walked the haunted path. You ain't never felt the haunted breeze. You ain't never heard the haunted laugh. You ain't never known the haunted ways. You ain't never seen what haunts these days.

The fog is rolling in again, thick and heavy, masking the world in a grey uncertainty. It reminds me of the secrets we carry, the ones that weigh on the soul like lead. We keep moving forward, but the silence, it speaks louder than any warning ever could.