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Tucked up away on the third floor, lies Apartment #5. I have come to find that any reality holding my memories in time and space had dissipated, letting my imagination take over: hallways stretched endlessly, stepwells delved deeper, even the mild wind which I had not noticed then, has turned into a breeze so gentle it felt like velvet. Y memories had allowed me to escape from my apartment. [Extracted from the article]