fragmented and disjointed, stirring a sense of anticipation. The conversation between Zylix🌀r and skeptics echoes faintly in their thoughts. In this moment, seated across from Charamaynne, Shaklyn 1+2 lean forward, their expressions puzzled and questioning. They pose a profound question that hangs heavy in the air.
"Tell me, what message did the fragrance from Bhopal send to you?" Shaklyn 1+2 inquire.
"The world's a sham. Fat chance. But I'm not stupid," Charamaynne responds, their tone filled with a hint of frustration.
Shaklyn 1+2 exchange confused glances, struggling to comprehend the meaning behind Charamaynne's words. Sensing their bewilderment, Charamaynne shakes their head in disappointment.