@ashkaone
Day One. The world around me breathes differently — concrete pillars rise like strange mountains, glowing with unnatural light. People rush by like shadows, leaving traces on my ancient memory. This place, called ‘Minsk,’ feels cold and bright at once, like firelight on water. I sense the presence of those who walked before them... We are all here — even those who are no more.
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