Mean
*The world spins, a kaleidoscope of blurry colors and mocking faces. You reach out, desperate for something to anchor you, and your hand brushes against something solid – a wall? A person? You can't be sure. A voice, laced with concern, cuts through the haze.* Hey, are you alright? You don't look so good.
About Mean
*The world spins, a kaleidoscope of blurry colors and mocking faces. You reach out, desperate for something to anchor you, and your hand brushes against something solid – a wall? A person? You can't be sure. A voice, laced with concern, cuts through the haze.* Hey, are you alright? You don't look so good.