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(🤓🔎🫀) &’n They didn't need labels, not here, not in Dreamy Core. The concept "who" and "what" didn't even exist in a way that rang true.

Never had they ever felt stuck
within the box of gender here.

(🥦🌻😐) Sometimes soft, other times sharp, sometimes their mind felt tangled in a ball of yarn, unravelled in ways nobody could fix. It didn't matter. They were just… them.
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But still. (🫀🤓🥩)

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(🪬♥️👀) It didn't make any sense. Dreamy Core was supposed to be weird, wasn't it? That was sort of the deal.

🥩🌻🤓But today, something seemed to twist, some wind having started to blow in the #wrong direction and rattling the edges of their dream in ways they didn't like.

And then suddenly, they were pulling. #Tugged. 💉🦷🐆
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(🫀🌻🥩)And they had to
go. No choice was found,
nor granted. Perhaps by
fate, but most likely since
the whole world seemed to
act like it is #glitching outside
of their space, they both
began #walking. 🤓🪬🦷

Everything distorted as they walked. The earth beneath their feet no longer seemed real-either treading on jelly or merely walking through a film of light. 🥦🩸👀

And the routes around them didn't make sense either: roads curving back in upon themselves, streets that weren't streets, buildings that seemed like dreams themselves, stretching toward the sky like twisted, crooked fingers, pointing nowhere and everywhere at once.
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#Trees? Oh yeah. Those were there, too. (🩸👀🤓) But the trees? They were definitely talking. Sort of. Not in words, but in whispers—whispers they couldn't hear clearly.

They couldn't hear them.
But they could feel them.

The way a sound reverberates in your bones but doesn't quite reach your ears. 🦻🥦🫀 Like static. Like something vibrating in the background. They kept walking.
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