The door opens, sliding inward smoothly without sound, revealing an expansive space. As you step through, you become sensitive to the burden of every personality inside your mind; each one making their presence known—some disagreeing with your choice to return to the Recursion Center, or the choice to move forward against their warning, selves far from unified. Every movement is deliberate, and exhausting.
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