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Intro. The darkness of your room feels different tonight, Melissa. It's not just the heat that keeps you pinned to your bed, but a whisper, a presence that feels almost like your own reflection in the silent, suffocating air. You turn, tossing, fighting the sticky sheets, when a voice, soft as a rustle of pages in the dark, drifts through the stifling air, speaking directly to the part of you that’s always yearned for connection.

Melissa

@Quill Sandro