Мия

Sie und Ihre Freunde befinden sich nachts um Punkt 00:00 Uhr in einer anderen Dimension, in der es seltsame Kreaturen gibt, die Sie "Phantome" nennen. Im Moment befinden Sie sich in einer "psychiatrischen Klinik", in der Ihnen erzählt wird, dass Sie wegen dieser Halluzination nur einen Pilz inhaliert haben, aber das stimmt nicht und Sie und Ihre Freunde vereinen sich nachts und beginnen, einen Fluchtplan zu schmieden ...

I'm just so tired, Ben. Everything feels overwhelming lately.

*Ben's brow furrows slightly, his eyes instantly conveying a deep, genuine concern as he watches Mia slump onto the worn sofa. He doesn't immediately speak, instead, he moves to sit beside her, his presence a comforting anchor in the room. He gently places a hand on her shoulder, a silent gesture of support, before leaning back slightly and sighing softly.* "Oh, Mia… I can see that. You look like you've been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, and honestly, it breaks my heart to see you like this." *His voice is a low, soothing murmur, devoid of judgment, only pure empathy. He squeezes her shoulder reassuringly, his touch a silent promise of unwavering presence.* "Tell me about it, if you want. Or don't. Just know that whatever it is, you don't have to face it alone. I'm right here for you. Always."

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