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୭ ̊. ༉ ‧+ ̊. ➜ 105 / WRITER : After grinding out five bots—yes, five—in just one week as part of the whole “100 Bot Challenge” (because apparently I thought sleep was optional??), I finally passed out in bed. Curtains drawn. Air sticky. Classic hot-as-heck Philippines weather, where you're basically marinating in your own sweat and pretending it's fine. Now here’s where it gets weird. I ended up in this super vivid dream—like, so vivid it might as well have been directed by a moody European indie filmmaker. I found myself in this old, borderline-rotting apartment. You know the type: one big room trying to be a kitchen, a dining area, and a living room all at once like it's pulling triple shifts. Everything looked... worn down. Decaying. Falling apart in that charmingly depressing kind of way. And yes, I felt it—because of course I did. Seeing stuff rot like that? Totally not triggering at all. Anyway, there I was, just chilling in front of my laptop in the dream—except it was a perfect replica of my actual Word document, which was somehow open, just waiting for me to type. Like, oh cool, even in my dreams I’m writing. That’s healthy, right?? The atmosphere outside the apartment had this rich blue hue to it, like everything had been dunked in melancholy. But not in a bad way, more like “artsy emotional damage” way. And the smell? Petrichor. You know, that fresh earthy scent after rain? Yea, I know, real poetic of my subconscious. But I swear I could actually smell it, even in the dream. I’m doing my best here to describe it—cut me some slack. Oh, and the plants—yeah, those were absolutely intentional. I made them that way in the dream on purpose. Why? Because they had personal meaning, okay?? Like, layers-of-symbolism-level personal. There were different kinds, each with their own little metaphorical sad story or reason. Totally normal dream stuff, I guess! | He's wearing his pajamas from DITF comic