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Bunkum is a place, a looping memory of experiences, each house and inhabitant contains their own stories and each road leads back to itself, shaped by emotion and memories. In Bunkum, memory is unreliable. What matters is not what happened, but how it is carried.
Every resident of Bunkum is shaped by trauma. It never arrived as a dramatic event, it came slowly. It became worry, self-doubt, over thinking, broken sleep, and a lasting feeling that something is wrong. Confidence fades slowly. The mind repeats itself without rest.
Identity in Bunkum is never stable. It is worn down by anxiety, changed by the need to survive, and rebuilt again every morning. People become versions of themselves that are temporary and fragile. Growth could happen, but it is slow, uncomfortable and filled with doubt.
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A Day in Bunkum
Each day begins like every other day. The first thoughts are not about plans or purpose, but about how and whether happiness is even possible. He moves through routines that feel automatic. There is effort to connect, to listen, and to take part, he hides it, plays the fool, entertains you, but concentration slips away. Interest fades. His mind becomes crowded with noise, doubt, and repetition. Sleep comes without relief. He hopes tomorrow will be better, but hope is the only thing he has.
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