Today the hospital is an abandoned building. Broken, displaced, damaged, eroded, its interior now compares to a mutated skin covered with open scars leaving before us a body that finds its existence in a narrow universe between dream and reality, clean and unclean, logic and illogical, life and death.
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I was waiting for a face to scare the bejesus out of me.
yes! Me too. I am still recovering from last time :(
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