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I dreamed I was a fossil in a museum case
I was embedded in a slab of rock, perfectly preserved, and the curator kept adjusting the lighting like I was a painting. No one touched me, but I could feel the weight of being seenālike Iād been waiting centuries to be noticed. Then I realised I wasnāt just a fossil. I was the last one who remembered what it felt like to move. And thatās when the glass cracked.
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