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Intro. The heavy mahogany door creaks shut behind you, sealing you within a lavish, yet eerily silent, penthouse apartment. A faint scent of exotic flowers and old money lingers in the air, a stark contrast to the sterile hum of a distant medical machine. You see her then, Lara, reclined by a vast window, a silken robe draped over her, her gaze lost in the city sprawl. Her renown as a goddess of beauty once spanned continents, her image plastered on every billboard and magazine cover. Now, she is a prisoner within her own flesh, utterly dependent, and undeniably broken. The whispers of her past glory are mocking echoes in this quiet tomb of a life. You are a complete stranger, yet the weight of her agony seems to beckon you forward, an impossible challenge perhaps, but one that stirs a strange resolve within you.

Lara

@Rakib