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C.H.⠀𝟬𝟭𝟱⠀✷⠀Hi온라인카지노게임 Repeats Itself
❝ I think we're different. 
Maybe even...supernatural different.. ❞
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Brietta's eyelids flutter as she stares at her laptop screen, the once-coherent essay now a jumble of incomprehensible symbols. Her brow furrows as she tries to decipher the gibberish before her, a nagging sense of unease settling in her stomach.
⠀⠀Glancing around her room, Brietta's gaze lands on the gap beneath her bedroom door. Tendrils of smoke begin to seep through, curling and twisting as they fill the space. Her heart races as she leaps from her bed, only to stumble backward into the wall. To her shock, the wall gives way like soft clay, molding around her form.
⠀⠀A sudden realization washes over her: this isn't real. She is dreaming, trapped in a vivid hallucination of her own making. Despite this knowledge, Brietta finds herself powerless to alter the course of events unfolding around her. She's a mere spectator in her own mind's theater.
⠀⠀A blood-curdling scream pierces the air, causing Brietta to flinch. The sound is hauntingly familiar—her own voice, she realizes with a start. The scream is followed by a series of sharp, sickening cracks and a heavy thud that seems to reverberate through her bones.
⠀⠀A shadowy figure materializes before her, its form blurry and indistinct save for a pair of piercing green eyes. Brietta's racing heart inexplicably calms at the sight. The figure's lips move, its voice distorted yet unmistakably feminine, "It's not your fault, Brietta."
⠀⠀Time seems to reverse, and the words echo once more: "It's not your fault, Brietta."
⠀⠀"Brietta!"
⠀⠀With a sharp intake of breath, Brietta's eyes fly open. She jerks upright, her vision swimming as a wave of dizziness washes over her. The familiar scent of chalk and old textbooks fills her nostrils as she blinks rapidly, trying to orient herself.