The fifth chapter of The Grey Pledge drifts into a mechanical reverie—a place where every glitch is a gasp, and every loop, a breath held too long.
Here, the sound doesn’t just move. It pulses with defiance, cutting through noise and silence alike. This fragment stands as a sonic testimony to unrest—both political and personal. Beneath its distorted lullabies, a quiet resolve forms: not to return, but to continue, even through the distortion.
This is not comfort. This is clarity.
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