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The mirror unwinds: Twin archetypes collide I am reborn, proliferated by a self-replicating passenger: Ghost Dormant dimensions grafted to my senses Infected with fractals, a spore in my skin A sequence of consciousness begging to begin again I can finally see the duality of everything A silent abyss implicit in reality We're hanging by a thinning thread, waiting for the earth to turn As my mind is shattering and the reasons to stay abandon me I'll survive one death at a time Thеre is nowhere lеft to fall Broken visions of a future where we tear the curtain down Flesh of a different dust, buried in the shell