by joe rook
They started as dreams. Fragments of a distant war. A broken world. A future that feels too real to ignore. But when those visions begin to echo in reality—and someone else shares them—the line between what is and what will be starts to blur. Something is coming. And the closer it gets… the less it feels like a coincidence.
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