
“If you could draw an image you don’t want me to see, what would it be?”
“A fractured horizon, split between two impossible landscapes—one side is a searing, blinding expanse of white-hot light, everything within it obliterated into formless clarity; the other is a yawning chasm of deep-shadowed blue, its depths swallowing shapes that almost take form before dissolving. Suspended between them is a shrouded figure, its outline indistinct, wrapped in layers of flickering static that shield it from view. Behind the static, faint traces of incomprehensible symbols flare and fade like embers, glimpsed for a heartbeat before vanishing, as though the figure holds back its essence with tight, unrelenting hands.”
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