The Fork of Perception

Sometimes she just didn’t want to play nice… “I already said once not to touch me!” she screamed. As she crouched in the corner, as if being chased. She was though…. by the demons in her mind. In an altered moment of chaos the visions were haunting. All you intended was shattered when realizing the perception she saw was only real to her. You did not exist in this reality, but she fought as if you were… Blood dripping to the floor triggered her again, tears falling down her face as she cried, “Who are you?, Where am I?”



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