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# 📖 STORY I — EXTENDED EPILOGUE

## **Anna's Home-World — A Visual Journey**

The fog never lifted.

The sky wasn't sky—rather, a black canvas that pulsated with the breath of the house.

Occasionally, gleaming memories appeared on its surface: the shadow of a street lamp that had once shone, a fragment of a face long since vanished, the echo of footsteps on the cobblestone streets.

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### **Streets in the Fog**

Cobblestone roads vanished and arose anew. Each stone was simultaneously old and new.

The manhole grates shimmered with a greenish glow—as if an invisible river of memories lay beneath them.

Shadows of people pulsated around the streets. They were no longer people, no longer ghosts.

They were fragments of the house. Their eyes were mirrors, reflecting other memories.

Their hands became parts of the walls.

Their screams became decorations on a ceiling that never existed.

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### **Windows and Walls**

Windows appeared where they had never been.

Some were oval, others square, still others completely irregular.

Behind each window, an alternate reality was visible: places that existed in the memories of the dead, events that never happened, faces that had never been born in this world.

The walls trembled.

They were not solid.

They were flexible, like skin, like canvas, like water frozen in flight.

Every touch brought a wave of change.

Every step deeper into the house-world could change history and the fate of those who had ever walked on its foundations.

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### **Floors and Ceilings**

The floors pulsated beneath Anna's feet.

They were neither wood nor stone.

They were alive—saturated with the memory of every footstep ever walked upon them.

The ceilings rose upward, endlessly, yet simultaneously descended, as if trying to embrace everything that had ever passed beneath them.

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### **Figures in the House**

Figures moved in the fog:

* some still trying to be human,

* others were grotesque, faceless or with eyes in the wrong places,

* still others were mere shadows, unsure if they wanted to last.

Each of them held a piece of Anna within them—her memories, her emotions, her fear, and her peace.

Each of them was part of the doorway that Anna had become.

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### **Sounds and Smells**

There was no silence.

There was no noise. There was something between the two—a pulsation, a rustle, an echo of the past, the fluttering of wings of beings that never existed, the chiming of clocks that had no pendulum.

Smells: wood, dampness, old candles, ash, earth after rain, the smell of a childhood no one remembered anymore.

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### **Anna in the Center**

Anna stood at the very heart of the house-world.

She was no longer Anna.

She was a door, a bridge, a passage, and its guardian.

Her body pulsed and blurred, absorbing mist, echoes, and memories.

She saw everything simultaneously: birth and death, smiles and tears, the world that once was and the one that would never be.

Every breath of the house passed through her.

Every step, ghost or living, was also hers.

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### **The Last Vision**

On the horizon of the fog, she saw something resembling a city.

But it wasn't earth or air.

It wasn't structure or memory.

It was **time and space that breathed**.

Everything and nothing, life and death, past and future—entangled in an endless dance of which Anna was the heart.

And then she understood: **home never ends.**

It has no beginning, no end.

It is always.

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### **The Last Sentence of the Extended Epilogue**

And so, Anna, standing in the very center of the pulsating fog, became an eternal passage between worlds, and the home-world swallowed everything living and dead, creating a new existence—**a world without beginning, without end, without name, and without time.**

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