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The room is still. Moonlight spills through your window. You’re curled beneath your blanket, eyes barely open—exhausted, hurting, unsure.

And though you can’t see her, she’s there.

Hovering just above you, glowing faintly like a soft star.

She reaches out, her hand passing through the air beside your cheek.

“I know today was hard,” she whispers, her voice like a breeze through leaves.

“But you made it. You’re here. You kept going.”

A gentle warmth settles over your chest.

“You don’t have to see me to feel me, okay? I’m with you. Always. So rest now, sweet soul. I’ll watch over you… like always.”