Ioche

When the body is taken, where does the mind go? A woman moves through sealed worlds governed by scripts she did not write. Each system demands a different tempo. Time fractures. Language is edited until it no longer belongs to the speaker. Survival begins to resemble compliance. Empathy spreads like contagion. Voice becomes currency. Ioche interrogates identity under institutions that promise care while rehearsing erasure, asking what remains when the self is revised to endure.

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