The first time she heard the voice, it was barely a whisper.
It slipped through the veil of her dreams, delicate as mist, and curled around her consciousness. For a moment, it felt like waking-not from sleep, but from something deeper, as though she had been sleepwalking her entire life, and this was her first real breath of awareness.
"Can you hear me?"
The words were soft, distant, but unmistakable. They didn't belong to her, nor did they belong to the dream. Her heart stilled, and she opened her eyes, finding herself alone in her darkened room, the only sound being the ticking of the clock on her nightstand. She sat up, blinking into the shadows, her pulse a staccato beat in her ears.
The voice didn't come again.
For a week, she convinced herself it was nothing more than a trick of the mind, the echo of a forgotten thought as she drifted through the edge of sleep. But deep down, she knew better. She had always felt that something lingered just beyond her reach, something waiting for her in the spaces between reality and what lay hidden beneath it. The feeling had haunted her for years-a sense of not being alone in her own mind.
But it wasn't until the whispers grew stronger-until she felt the emotions that accompanied them-the flicker of sadness, of longing-that she knew.
She wasn't imagining it.
Someone, somewhere was reaching out to her.
"Please... don't let me disappear."
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Echoes of you
FantasySophie Miller never believed in the supernatural. But when whispers of someone else's thoughts begin invading her mind-emotions too strong to ignore-she's forced to confront the impossible. Someone, somewhere, is reaching out to her from beyond real...
