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The treehouse stood as a decaying skeleton of memory. Within its shadowed heart, I was a statue. Pixelated static seethed across the fabric of my shirt, inky blotches dissolving the edges of who I used to be. My eyes were carved-out pits. I lifted my sword, the blade vibrating with a low, malicious drone, and fixed my vacant stare on you.