The moment I turned the knob, the door itself pulled me into the room, as if it had become impatient with me. A simple difference of ambient air pressure, but sufficient to take the mundane and say, “let there be life”.
Dreamer, wanderer, part-time troublemaker. Patron saint of misfits and things left unsaid. Powered by ghosts. Immune to causality. Drowned to death in his own hubris.
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