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Ectopic-Adhesion
Avant-garde Fashion Design
Chapter I
In the noise of this world, losing oneself is a quiet process.
Am I becoming aware of who I am, or am I merely watching myself drift away? An exquisite weight tightens, quietly replacing every thought. Is this a realization, or the ultimate surrender?
It devours my name until "I" become nothing more than a hollow echo— a ghost, forever sealed inside the shell.
Am I becoming aware of who I am, or am I merely watching myself drift away? An exquisite weight tightens, quietly replacing every thought. Is this a realization, or the ultimate surrender?
It devours my name until "I" become nothing more than a hollow echo— a ghost, forever sealed inside the shell.
Chapter II
In the noise of this world, losing oneself is a quiet process.
Am I becoming aware of who I am,
or am I merely watching myself drift away?
Chapter III
A cold texture creeps over the skin, silencing every thought.
Is this a realization, or the ultimate surrender?
It devours my name until "I" become nothing more than a hollow echo—
a ghost, forever sealed inside the shell.
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