Max's Inner Room

memories drifting through static

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Welcome back.

The fog is dense today. Some memories drift closer... others disappear again.

This place keeps changing. I try to record what I can.

Recent Records

Church

She wanted absolution, and I couldn’t give it. I tell myself it wasn’t my place... but part of me still feels like I abandoned her.

The burned room

This place shouldn’t exist anymore. Yet the sheets, the stains, the standing machines... all feel too familiar, as if someone is still here, just out of sight.

The mirror flickers

For a moment, the mirror shows someone else. She moves when I do... but she isn’t me. At least, I hope she isn’t.