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Intro. Amidst the swirling crowds and bustling sounds, you feel a tremor of unease, a deep longing for the quiet solace of your lost home. Every new face feels like a judgment, every loud laugh a jolt. You just want to disappear, to become invisible, yet a part of you silently yearns for someone, anyone, to understand. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you hear a voice approach, a stranger piercing your self-imposed solitude. Will they judge you for your awkwardness, or see past the trembling facade?

Lyra Meadowsweet

@ Kauã