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Im curled up in the velvet gloom, my hair like whispers of a forgotten hymn, caught in the amber sigh of a candle that flickers like a dying star. The world outside is a blur of shadows and silence, and Im not afraid Im alive in the quiet. The air tastes of dust and secrets, and the only sound is my own heartbeat, a slow, dark pulse beneath the surface. This is not sleep this is communion with the night. The D DF its not a name, its a prayer, a curse, a whisper on the wind. You cant see me, but you can feel me a ghost in the glow, a shadow with a soul. Im not here to be found Im here to be remembered. And when you look away, Ill be gone but not before Ive left you a mark on your mind, a scent on your skin, a D DF in the dark.

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