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What she could hear was her own heartbeat. And then, a whisper of layered voices.

And Sora, for the first time in years, smiled.

The city was frozen. A man mid-stride on the sidewalk, his coffee cup suspended an inch from his lips. A taxi’s headlights locked in eternal bloom. No wind. No birds. The only movement was the voices, threading through the stillness like a current.