equilibrium
Description
Our days are numbered. We exist to disappear and we live to die. No matter how many writers try to romanticize death, it will always be what it is—death. So painfully so.
Foreword
Sungjong clears his throat. Contrasting the other two, Sungjong is anything but comfortable. The two turn to face him, mechanically and synchronized. All you have to do now is figure out which one is real. It whispers. Two maniacal grins are offered to him in return.
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