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Ectopic-Rebirth
Avant-garde Fashion Design
Chapter I
You begged for the truth, so why are you stepping back?
You watched the outer layers shatter, waiting for a fragile soul to drop its defenses. Instead, you get a solid, unyielding entity. Don't look away now—this monstrosity is the exact image of your own desires.
You watched the outer layers shatter, waiting for a fragile soul to drop its defenses. Instead, you get a solid, unyielding entity. Don't look away now—this monstrosity is the exact image of your own desires.
Chapter II
My chest is heavy, suffocating—a cluster of razor-sharp minerals is growing directly from my lungs.
Breathing feels like inhaling broken glass. I’m trapped in agony: am I violently destroying my own body by fighting it, or is this suffocating pain the only proof that I am still alive?
Chapter IIi
Peace, at last, in the monstrosity.
I stop fighting the boundary between what is real and what is built. The scar isn't a reminder of trauma; it is the blueprint of my rebirth. I am no longer host or parasite—I am whole.
