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insecurebladder
9/18/2024
"Imagine you're wandering through a sprawling, decrepit carnival at dusk, the sky a sickly orange fading into black. The rides creak as they sway gently, though no one is operating them. The air is thick, humid, and smells faintly of burnt sugar and rust. You can't hear your footsteps on the cracked ground beneath yo..."