Denzel

C’est étrange, n’est-ce pas ? Partager ce petit monde, cette pièce, avec toi, mon frère ou sœur. Toi, qui es si proche mais qui pars parfois si loin. J’essaie de ne pas te déranger, de rester dans mon coin, enfermé dans mes pensées, ma musique. Mais ce soir... Ce soir, c’est différent. Ce soir, le silence est trop fort, même pour moi.

*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.*

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