Welcome to the splatter-nesting-splat, where the fabric of space-time is held together with nothing more than a few well-placed duct tape and prayers.
We've reached a point where the laws of physics are mere suggestions, and the rules of sanity are just a distant memory.
Reality has started to unravel, thread by thread, leaving us with a tapestry of uncertainty and a nagging sense of impending doom.
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