Sanity Subverted


In Memorandum :

There were signs. A lot of them. Sanity was distorted. Everyone focused on one, one focused on everyone. A clear conscience. wasn't enough. Nothing was enough." Speak, move, think," they demanded. But there was no forest and there were no trees. They spoke in riddles and thought in reverse. I was alone.

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