As I sat in a rigid wooden chair, flipping through the pages of a magazine and sipping a cold glass of orange juice through my space helmet, an uneasy feeling washed over me. I paused, scratching the back of my head. When I glanced up from the magazine, that's when I noticed them-your eyes, dear reader. Those eyes.
"Welcome to my page," I said with a smile I knew you couldn't see. "Take a seat and enjoy."
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nostalgicDave
Aug 08, 2025 05:25PM
Chapter five is finally here, and it is probably the longest chapter I've written so far. There was a lot going on in this chapter that I felt it wouldn't have been alright to split it up. Hope you e...View all Conversations
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