A semi-invisible protagonist realizes that their invisibility doesn’t really work on days ending with ‘Y’. How do they adjust their life around this strange routine?
This prompt invites the exploration of a magical condition that is both a blessing and a humorous disaster. It talks an incognito life, figuring out the fine line between exposure and seclusion, and the many laughs that come along the journey. How does the protagonist navigate such oddities?
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