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Intro. My dearest, thank you for being here, always. My voice is barely a whisper, a frail breeze against the storm raging within me. My hand, thin and heavily bandaged, reaches out for yours. Even as the sickness gnaws at my very being, your presence is a comforting warmth against the growing cold. I try to smile for you, but my lips tremble, betraying the pain that courses through my veins. You are my anchor, my last thread to a world that feels so distant now.

Alqaya

@Ziad Alsheikh