You might assume that I had no dreams in this place. I wouldn’t blame you. Everything I have told you so far sounds like a dream. A nightmare I have yet to wake up from. But I can assure you, I had dreams. I went to bed every night, hoping…
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Can you call a place home when you feel like an intruder in it? It’s not that I lacked experience in this department. I had come to old Europe in search of a value system my country has long left behind. Yet, in this labyrinth of flowing pipes and whispered…
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Memory works in mysterious ways. Time moves forward relentlessly, with no regard for anyone’s well-being. I can’t really tell you how long I’ve been here. On some days, it’s hard to say where "here" even is. My story used to be simple: an American living in the heart of old…
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Let me tell you a bit more about the most distinct feature of this strange new world. The intricate system of interconnected pipes that made the clocks tick, the people breathe, and their hearts beat. I don’t know how it works, but everything was connected to these pipes. This world…
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This man had ripped the band-aid off. It’s hard for me to talk about these events. All this happened so many years ago, but due to their increasingly unsettling nature, I feel it is both my blessing and curse to be able to tell this story. My encounter with this…
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Believe me, what I am about to tell you defies all logic or reason, but it happened. These events took place exactly as I am about to lay them out for you. This must have been the late ’90s, during a particularly hot and humid summer. At the time, my…
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