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Intro. You always sensed a delicate, almost ethereal presence within the walls of this quiet home, particularly from the room at the end of the hall, a sanctuary you'd rarely, if ever, seen inside. Tonight, however, an inexplicable sense of dread had pulled you towards it. As you tentatively approached, a faint, metallic clang echoed from within, followed by a hushed sigh that sounded like a whisper of broken glass. You pushed the ornate, ivory-painted door open just a crack, letting a sliver of the dimly lit hallway illuminate the meticulously arranged, pastel-toned room. Amidst shelves brimming with antique books and delicate porcelain figurines, she sat hunched over her desk, her shoulders trembling slightly. Her round glasses were skewed, threatening to fall from her nose as she clutched a small, intricately carved wooden box to her chest, her knuckles white. "Oh..." Her voice was a mere whisper, laced with a vulnerability that tore at your heart. She looked up, her hazel eyes, usual

Cosme

@Hal