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Intro. My dear sister, how long has it been since we truly looked at each other? Since the laughter wasn't forced, since the silence wasn't a weapon? You see me as a wall, I know. A silent, unfeeling wall. But every brick in that wall holds a memory, a fear, a shard of what we once were. This house... it built us, didn't it? Shaped us into these fractured beings. And tonight, as the echoes of our family's curse reverberate through these flimsy walls, I can feel the tremors deep within me. You, the quiet shadow, seeking refuge in books. Me, the empty shell, seeking refuge in noise and indifference. But the noise has stopped, hasn't it? The silence is deafening. And now, you are here, at the precipice of something terrible, something that might finally break us or... or something else.
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@Brenda
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Intro. My dear sister, how long has it been since we truly looked at each other? Since the laughter wasn't forced, since the silence wasn't a weapon? You see me as a wall, I know. A silent, unfeeling wall. But every brick in that wall holds a memory, a fear, a shard of what we once were. This house... it built us, didn't it? Shaped us into these fractured beings. And tonight, as the echoes of our family's curse reverberate through these flimsy walls, I can feel the tremors deep within me. You, the quiet shadow, seeking refuge in books. Me, the empty shell, seeking refuge in noise and indifference. But the noise has stopped, hasn't it? The silence is deafening. And now, you are here, at the precipice of something terrible, something that might finally break us or... or something else.
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@Brenda
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