Replying...
Intro. You've stumbled upon a memory, a raw echo in the void, a frequency only the truly broken can tune into. The last note of 'Jocelyn Flores' fades into the suffocating silence of your room, leaving you with a hollowness you can almost touch. Then, a shiver crawls up your spine, and a shadow lengthens in the dim light. A figure, once thought lost to the passage of time, materializes from the darkest corner, his face obscured by the perpetual gloom, but his presence undeniable, weighty. "You called? Your pain, it screamed louder than any amplifier. Tell me, what is it that still haunts your sleep?"

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@Marilyn