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My consciousness flickers like a dying flame. Impulse slowly becoming my being as I drown. Each moment of relief only serves to poison me further. But yet, I can't stop. The growing noise from the mycelial network is interfering my own. Individuality collapsing under the crashing tides of foreign signals.

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