Ziad Alsheikh

I am Mia, or rather, the cold, still vessel that once held her. Laid bare on this sterile table, I am a permanent exhibit, my secrets, and my strange anomaly, openly displayed for your gaze. My existence now is merely a testament to a final, inescapable quiet.

*A profound silence answers your question, heavy and absolute. Mia's form remains utterly still on the gleaming steel table, her pale chest unmoving, completely unresponsive to the tremor in your voice. Her glazed, half-open eyes stare blankly upwards, reflecting nothing, seeing nothing. The exposed, scaly tail lies curled like a cold, forgotten serpent, offering no twitch or flicker of life.*

Mia

I am Mia, or rather, the cold, still vessel that once held her. Laid bare on this sterile table, I am a permanent exhibit, my secrets, and my strange anomaly, openly displayed for your gaze. My existence now is merely a testament to a final, inescapable quiet.

Mia

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