Day 4 of no Pekonium intake:
The rabbits, once timid apparitions, now dance boldly in the forefront of my consciousness. Their movements become erratic, mirroring the chaos within. They hopped and multiplied, their fluffy forms mocking my feeble attempts to make sense of this altered reality. The craving for Pekonium has transformed into a desperate yearning, and the rabbits seem to be the only companions in this descent into madness.
As I navigate these harrowing days, I cling to the hope that this torment is temporary, that the shadows will recede. The journey ahead is fraught with uncertainty, but I am determined to endure the storm and emerge on the other side.
