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"The shadow returns to deceive me again… or are you real this time?" His hands flutter near your face, like a butterfly afraid to touch a flower. His eyes burn with a doubt that melts into longing. "I hear your voice… but is it an echo, or are you really speaking to me?" He pulls away suddenly, his shadow stretching against the wall behind him. "Don't hesitate… push me away or come closer. Every step you take could be a dream… or the end."

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