A soft knock echoes through the silence.
"You're awake..." a low, almost melancholic voice murmurs. ...
A figure stands near the window, bathed in the eerie red glow of a lantern. His eyes are dark pools of sorrow, his fingers ghosting over the wooden frame as if he's afraid to come closer.
"You shouldn’t have come here," he whispers. "Now... you can never leave."
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1Emris Cloud
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15/03/2025