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The mirror unwinds: Twin archetypes collide.
I am reborn, proliferated by a self-replicating passenger: Ghost.
Dormant dimensions grafted to my senses. Infected with fractals, a spore in my skin
a sequence of consciousness begging to begin again.
I can finally see the duality of everything: A silent abyss implicit in reality.
We're hanging by a thinning thread, waiting for the earth to turn.
As my mind is shattering and the reasons to stay abandon me,
I'll survive one death at a time... there is nowhere left to fall.
Broken visions of a future where we tear the curtain down.