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and the days that follow those sleepless nights - they are not normal days, their light is shifted by an octave and their clocks show hours in the thirties, and whenever sleep drops you back in the normal world, the calendar goes on as if those days had never happened
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one time you manage to catch the third day, but the second octave is something else entirely, a dull overexposed white that makes your skin fizz like it's going to sublimate away and leave only flesh, and the few people(?) you meet there tell you you should really not be here
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