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 Grey mist coils at the edge of the dream like perpetual smog. Black shadows cling to it, devouring every detail—a face, hands, the color of eyes you cannot quite see. But the voice cuts through, clear as a struck bell. Grey mist coils at the edge of the dream like perpetual smog. Black shadows cling to it, devouring every detail—a face, hands, the color of eyes you cannot quite see. But the voice cuts through, clear as a struck bell.
  
-"William… William… I need you. Find me, please…"+"William… The world is cold without you. Find me, please…"
  
 You know this voice. Not from tonight — from the wound. The same inky blackness, the same cold absence where warmth should be, wearing words now, wearing urgency, reaching for him the way his hand once reached for the sapling's green. She is the pinhole on the other side of the dark strands. She is hurting too, and she does not know why, and she does not know that you are also her. You know this voice. Not from tonight — from the wound. The same inky blackness, the same cold absence where warmth should be, wearing words now, wearing urgency, reaching for him the way his hand once reached for the sapling's green. She is the pinhole on the other side of the dark strands. She is hurting too, and she does not know why, and she does not know that you are also her.
  
-"William… Find me…"+"William… We ache apart, but we can be whole together."
  
 He reaches for her, the way he reaches every night. His fingers pass through mist and shadow and come away empty. The dream has been repeating for months—every night sharper, louder, more urgent—until the words feel carved on the inside of his skull. You feel them carve. He reaches for her, the way he reaches every night. His fingers pass through mist and shadow and come away empty. The dream has been repeating for months—every night sharper, louder, more urgent—until the words feel carved on the inside of his skull. You feel them carve.