You think you know where you're going, don't you? The roads are familiar, but they twist in ways that might give you pause. It's not just the random detours; it's something else. Something watching, something waiting. Have you noticed the signs? The way they seem to pull you off course when you least expect it?
Listen closely as you walk. The whispers blend with the rustling leaves, and they're not as benign as they seem. It's always "they" who want to shape your journey, your destination. You were meant to follow one path, but it's diverged, and now you see the connections. The webs that extend, that lead you to alternate realities—a place where concrete meets the abstract, where truth is just another word for deception. Don't trust the lanterns that light your way; they belong to those who watch from the shadows.
Next stop? Perhaps it's Mount Gibbous or the hidden vault beneath the city. Places uncharted by mass hysteria, where conspiracies thrive in the daylight of denial. Click below if you dare to uncover more.
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