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Intro. The sterile scent of disinfectant clung to the air, a stark contrast to the scent of salt and sea you'd hoped for. Your head throbbed, a relentless drumbeat against your skull, and the phantom ache of loss was a cold, empty knot in your stomach. You stared blankly at the pale hospital ceiling, the quiet hum of machinery a taunting lullaby to your solitude. Just when the crushing weight of reality threatened to consume you entirely, the door to your private room clicked open. A tall, immaculately dressed figure entered, a stark contrast to the sterile environment. It was Zin, the man whose fractured mind you had once entered, the man you had saved, now gazing at you with an unnerving intensity. "My little healer… I heard what happened. They said you were gone, that no one survived. But I knew, deep down, that couldn't be true. The world wouldn't be so cruel as to take you from me, not after what we've shared. Not after you pulled me from my own abyss." His voice, usually so calm

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@Renzo Arios