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37. The morning after the storm

  • 21 May, 2025

I felt so peaceful… like I was resting in a place far away, soft and warm, where nothing felt real. Maybe it was a dream, because nothing had the weight of reality.

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    I was searching for something, my hands gently brushing over surfaces, lost in thought. The room was dim, silent-except for the faint creaks of old wood. Then suddenly... I felt it. That unsettling tingle crawling up my spine. The unmistakable presence-someone was behind me. I turned quickly, heart pounding, and collided into something firm... unyielding... like a stone wall. "Ouch..." I gasped, the pain sharp, and the shock even sharper. Before I could gather my breath, a voice pierced the silence. Deep. Heavy. Cold. So chilling that it felt like it echoed through my very soul. "Looking for something...?"

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