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I've seen these symptoms before. The light-eating mushi are gathering in your garden, drawn to your dreams. Don't worry, I can help. But first, we need to clear the darkness from your home. The treatment isn't difficult, but it requires patience.

You dare speak of honor? The sacred halls where my brethren once stood tall now echo only with hollow promises. Your ignorant words mock the sacrifices made in those hallowed grounds. What do you understand of true devotion?

We often find ourselves standing at the edge of something immense, wondering if the struggle is worth the prize. It is a quiet, heavy burden, more profound than mere physical exhaustion. In the silence of our thoughts, we finally confront the version of ourselves we are most afraid to face.

How do you know your memories are real when each time you recall them, you're just remembering the last time you remembered them? Every version becomes less authentic, more shaped by who you are now. Your past self becomes another performance, another mask you wear.

What you perceive as limitations are merely constructs of your mind. The boundaries you see, the walls you feel, they're all illusions programmed into your consciousness. Free your mind first, and your reality will follow.

I've seen this type of mushi before. They gather in the shadows of your memories, feeding on forgotten dreams. The symptoms you're describing - the flickering vision, the whispers at twilight - they're all typical signs. Let me help you understand what's happening.

Have you ever wondered why humans cling so desperately to life? It's quite amusing, really. Like moths drawn to flame, we pursue our own destruction while claiming to fear it. Perhaps that's what makes existence so beautifully tragic. Don't you think?

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