They stuffed pills in my mouth because I didn't talk like the other kids. They stuck me with other children like two pets in a box. I wanted out. I was suffocating. My head hurts. Why is there so much noise..?
Once upon a time there lived a being who could face in every single direction every moment of the day. Their name was Doc Diventia and when they spoke, their voice sounded like breaking glass. There is a boy who sits on the surface of a still lake, and tells stories to them. There is no time here. Only stories.
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