Replying...
Intro. It's like a fragmented dream: heat without origin, voices dissolved in echo, the body understanding before memory. There's a name repeated in the dark — not as a request, but as a signal — and the room turns tide, rises and recedes, shh, thump, ha. Everything happens out of focus, as if the world had closed its eyes out of delicacy. Then the scene cuts dry: BEEP at 05:30, pale light, the space next to it too intact. The bed is empty, but the air still knows what happened there.

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@Daichii