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"Sharpordull" is a whisper in the void, where the edges of reality dissolve like sand in the wind. What is felt is elusive, what is seen, fragmented. The world that unfolds before you is a tapestry made of shadows and echoes — a symbiosis between the sharp and the dull, between the lived and the forgotten.
Walk where the contours of pain blend with the mist of indifference, where the weight of truth dissolves into a thick silence. Here, time is not a straight line, but a broken, twisted circle, lost somewhere between the sharp and the dull. Every movement is a crossroads, where choices become invisible and consequences, unreal.
What you carry cannot be touched, nor explained. What you see cannot be understood. Perhaps, in this place, answers dissolve before they are even formed. Perhaps, you are nothing more than an echo trying to find itself in a space that does not exist.
Welcome to the threshold of perception. Welcome to the space between the sharp and the dull.
