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... is filled with depths and unexpected mysteries. After passing through the door from the fourth layer, the world before Fitran transformed into a complex metaphorical field; its ground was not made of stone, but of distorted and neglected fragments of memories. The air was not air—it was the whispers of failed imaginings, like the voices in his unfulfilled dreams.
Amidst the shards of memories, a faint shadow reflected longing and loss. Each step Fitran took added weight to his shoulders, ...
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