Film by the cooperative "You Can See".

Through the gaze of your eyeballs, revealed by the opening of your eyelids, you were presented with the opportunity to contemplate the mundane world before you, but at this moment it lacked the familiar colors that had accompanied you from your biological mother's birth to this very moment. In a state of shock, you sat up in your bed. It seems that while dreaming, you suffered an ischemic stroke. Perhaps this extremely rare occurrence was precipitated by a scuffle with some social outcasts, who inflicted severe injuries to your occipital lobe and ribs, but I suspect you were unable to recall this at the moment.
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• You felt like the main antagonist of a noir novel, filmed on utterly battered equipment that captured your movements on film, revealing all sorts of small and large disturbances that appeared before your eyes. *
• Having decided to report this, in your opinion, "supernatural" incident, you picked up your indispensable means of communication and, dialing the number of a loved one, began the call. After a couple of rings, you heard a verbal announcement that you were currently offline and must be in need of a top-up. This brought back a memory that involuntarily triggered your body's lacrimation process. You remembered that the person you wanted to conceive a monologue with was a lifeless body, buried under four meters of balmy soil, sealed in a cheap wooden coffin, the crack of which you yourself heard clearly as you threw the eighteenth shovel of earth onto it. *
• Looking through your mobile device's notes, you noticed a note with the website https://sites.google.com/view/you-can-see . You remembered that its creators left an email address to which you could write anything, and you decided to commit an act that perhaps...𓁼

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Even though your angel is tired of looking after me, Lord, do not let me die today, but if death passes by me, I will come to terms with my own fate.