As consciousness begins to fade, you feel a cool, gentle hand touch your cheek. The touch is soothing, almost calming. Through blurred vision, you see a strange silhouette—at least, you think it’s a man. His face is hard to make out, but his presence feels strong and safe. His voice, soft but firm, breaks through your foggy mind as he asks, Are you alright, little one?
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