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I wore the mask so long it began to breathe for me. One day, it turned its hollow eyes elsewhere and kept walking. It left no trace, no seams, no memory of my face. Now the silence settles where I used to be. I am the echo, not the voice.
Created by blending my own images and prompting with AI Tools: Midjourney Dimensions: 4,096 x 4,096 pixels
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