Resist
I will not surrender. I fight to hold on to what is left of my mind.
...
Then, at the very edge of my sight, a flicker of purple ....
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The entire vision collapses. As it fades, I hear a calling, a shriek on the red wind. I feel it within my mind, a memory that is mine and not mine.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
Surrender
I cease my futile resistance. I let myself be carried by the crimson wave, faster and ever faster.
...
Then, at the very edge of my sight, a flicker of purple ....
...
The entire vision collapses. As it fades, I hear a calling, a shriek on the red wind. I feel it within my mind, a memory that is mine and not mine.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.