In the heart of the routine, we find the ugliest truths. Those daily whispers that claw at the fabric of our comfort. People think comfort is static, but it's merely a thin veil, forever in motion.
There's a boy, watching a world that flickers between promises and deceptions.
"What is it?" he asks, not expecting an answer but hoping for one that never arrives.
The truth is seldom a single entity. It's a collection of fragments, too many to count. Each fragment tells a story, each story a harsh reality.
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