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Time did not run back then — it unspooled like frayed thread, one slow fibre at a time. I could count the gaps between heartbeats, watch dust hang in slanted light for what felt like whole seasons. The house breathed around me: cedar, dried lavender, the faint tang of old paper left out in rain. I thought this stillness was the whole world.
Then it folded. No knock, no warning, no shift in the air. Days blurred into hours; years slipped past like breath on glass. The same walls stood, but they no longer leaned in to listen. The scent still clings to every corner — warm, familiar — yet it never settles on my skin. It belongs to the ghosts who lived here, not the one who stands here now.
Sadness came not as a storm, but as frost. It settled soft, and with it came something lighter: the sudden, sharp realization that no hand holds me, no name claims me, no place waits only for me. My heart has turned to cool, clear glass — it lets things pass through, no pull, no grip, no plea. I am not lost, and I am not found. I am just… here. Drifting in the hush between what was mine, and what never will be...07152026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805
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