Shell Socks
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Description: The container is intact. The contents are gone. You move through days. You do the things. You speak when spoken to. The shape is right. The form is there. But there's nothing inside driving it. No engine. No purpose. No self. Just a vessel. Just a body going where it's pointed. A cup that holds nothing. A shell with no occupant. This one's for the ones who are all exterior now. For the ones who forgot what they were supposed to hold.
