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Inky Blackness. My whole world could be defined by those two words alone. Even my memories weren’t much clearer. As much as I tried, I couldn..

White roses. Just like the painting in the corridor. What could that mean? The plaque had my name on it, but was it really me in the painting? ..

I almost couldn’t believe how bad I felt when I regained consciousness. My shoulder wasn’t the only part of me that was hurting. It was..

Marceline’s adventure starts in a black empty void. She wallows in sorrow trying to remember if she even existed at all. This changes one fatefu..

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