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My mind was all over the place yet everything felt so vivid. I look down at a shiny black body with tentacles wrapping around it - tentacles that felt like my own. Who am I? - What am I?
The faceless shiny black figure knelt in front of me felt familiar. It's like my memories are being supressed. They're useless for now.
But I feel a sense of betrayal somehow.. That sinking feeling that something happened and I just can't recall it.
I feel a presence on the back of my mind, clinging on loudly. Listening to the presence felt rewarding.
How could I ever look at another human and not share this with them?