Love

You fear me, but you seek me again. Without me you are free, but do you want to be empty?

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You wake up in silence. The room is empty, yet the air presses against your chest. A dim light falls from above, revealing not walls, but fragments of memories. It feels as if everything around you is built from pieces of the past: echoes of voices, shadows of glances, whispers of words that cut deeper than any wound.

You try to rise, but your legs feel heavy, filled with lead. And then you notice Him. He is sitting nearby, as if he has always been there. Long dark hair, a thin face, and eyes—pink, yet carrying a depth of darkness that chills you to the core.

He looks straight at you, unblinking. His smile is not joyful, but painful, like a reminder of something you wanted to forget. His voice is calm, yet every word pierces deep inside:

— “You know who I am. I didn’t arrive. I’ve always been here.”

And in that moment, you understand: there is nowhere to run. He is not enemy nor friend. He is your pain, your strength, your fear. He is Love.

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