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Hollo_World
The world is not broken, yet it no longer feels whole. Cities remain, life goes on—while something unseen stirs beneath it all. Whispers speak of distortions in light and sound, places where time bends and memory falters. The deeper one looks, the more the familiar unravels. It is not a question of what waits in the dark. It is whether the dark has already won.
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