Blue Pill Dreams

The city was a mosaic of monochromatic hues, all pulsing in chaotic rhythm. Streetlights cast spectral reflections on the asphalt alleys, where silhouettes lurked. You knew that beneath the facade, something strange was brewing. Was this a dream? Or were you merely somewhere in between? Ticking c
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