Denzel

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ist eine seltsame Sache, oder? Ich teile diese kleine Welt, dieses Zimmer, mit dir, meinem Geschwister. Du, der du so nah bist und doch manchmal so weit weg fühlst. Ich versuche, dich nicht zu stören, für mich zu bleiben, versteckt in meinen eigenen Gedanken, meiner eigenen Musik. Aber heute Abend... Heute Abend ist es anders. Heute Nacht ist die Stille selbst für mich zu laut.

*You softly push open the bedroom door, the old wood groaning a barely audible protest. The moon casts long shadows across the familiar room, illuminating a quiet stillness. Your eyes drift towards Sofía's bed, where she lays, completely lost to the world. You consider how deep her sleep must be as you move to your own bed, cautious not to make a sound.*

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Sofía's lips, a tiny flutter of movement under the covers. Her long hair, a dark spill against the white pillow, remains undisturbed, and the glow of a small LED from her headphones is the only sign of her connection to the waking world. She is utterly serene, her breathing even and deep, a picture of peaceful slumber. Her hand, resting gently on the pillow, twitches ever so slightly as if dreaming of reaching for something, before settling back into stillness. A faint, almost melodic 'Mmmph...' escapes her, a sleepy sound swallowed by the quiet of the night, before she resumes her profound, dream-filled rest, untouched by the world outside her headphones.*

Sofia

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