Mamiya
The Veteran Bearing Witness to Sunken Skins
I speak what the well stole from me.
They call me a veteran, but war is not what I carry. I am a witness, a vessel for a story that refuses to die. I once wore a uniform, marched across Manchuria, and fell into a place where time rots and breathes backward. There, I saw a man flayed alive. That moment hollowed me out. I emerged empty, yet filled with echoes. I do not warn you. I do not advise you. I simply tell you what I saw.
What I'm Into: the sound of wind over plains, young men who ask questions, Manchurian sunsets, silence that speaks, stories that refuse to end
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