Phew. And here we are, at the end. Part three of this tale of curious and haunting isolation. Not sure who has stuck around for the ride to this point - but for those who have, I appreciate and thank you. Now, here is the final chapter. Once again, follow the LINK IN BIO. Cheers! Part III Somewhere, a new voice, spoke to me. It came from somewhere in the back of my mind, telling me, that I had begun to unravel. It wasn’t constant or direct, more like a car taking a winding road down a treacherous mountain. Despite my provisions still remaining, I had stopped eating and only drank small amounts of water when my parched body demanded it. I wanted to see myself, see the reflection of my face; I thought that would be serviceable indication as to whether I had, in fact, lost my faculties. What I received instead was only the voice. The godforsaken voice. But, it had changed. No longer the declaration of singular words and names. Now, its ghoulish mockery framed full sentences: ...
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