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A cosy solo journaling mystery about boredom, recovery, and conspiracies built from coincidence.
You were hit by a bus. You were bloody lucky, but it doesn’t feel like it right now. Right now it just f***ing HURTS! The broken ribs, the fractured collar bone...at least you have the comfort of being at home… even if you are bedbound, with copious painkillers, daytime television, and far too much time to think. Or overthink…Soon you begin noticing patterns everywhere: repeated phrases, suspicious shadows, oddly timed birdsong and unexplained sounds. Something is happening... or perhaps your mind is inventing a mystery to survive recovery?
A cosy solo journaling mystery about boredom, recovery, and conspiracies built from coincidence.
You were hit by a bus. You were bloody lucky, but it doesn’t feel like it right now. Right now it just f***ing HURTS! The broken ribs, the fractured collar bone...at least you have the comfort of being at home… even if you are bedbound, with copious painkillers, daytime television, and far too much time to think. Or overthink…Soon you begin noticing patterns everywhere: repeated phrases, suspicious shadows, oddly timed birdsong and unexplained sounds. Something is happening... or perhaps your mind is inventing a mystery to survive recovery?