Celeste pov
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I gasped a shaken breath. There was something truly wonderful about the dozens of sensations, the intense realism that made up this Sanctuary I had devoted my time to. The helmet was pulled off with no more fanfare than necessary.
And the apartment around me seemed to scream for attention. A heap of clothes tore the surroundings into two. Parted into where the bed was stuffed, and the kitchen that seemed to take up the rest of the room.
It was a small thing with nary more than a tiny fridge, a sink, and a stove. Even the countertop was only a dozen inches in width. It was a pathetic sight that spoke of the depths of depravity some lived in.
There wasn't much to say about the room. I stood and stretched my stiff arms - though they didn't seem as stiff as they usually were - I held a frown as I tore through the unwashed laundry, mentally calculating whether I could afford to wash them.
