There are places in my world that have been anathematized by certain traumatic events. I call them Cursed Places and waiting for me inside each of these corrupted territories is pure, consuming and blinding hate. It is out of necessity and self-preservation that I avoid them like the plague. Those that are real places in the physical world are easy enough to avoid but those that aren't are much, much more difficult. A couple of days ago I fucked up. I fell and visited a Cursed Place. It's a mistake that I'm now paying for. I'm fighting the ugliest of things Inside and slowly losing my grip on reality. Or am I? What if it's the other way around and my eyes are actually being (re)opened. What if... No. You can't open something that's already open. And
that is the tragedy of it.
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