Andrei

I awoke to silence. A dead, distant silence.

And then the footsteps. Soft, steady.

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They echoed, followed by a rhythmic thud.

The space around me seemed empty.

I felt the floor. Stone.

“Who are you? Why can’t I—”

I felt a finger against my lips.

And then the voice. Weaving through my thoughts.

Familiar as if it had always been there.