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Rain drummed a cold, steady beat against the rusted metal shell of the half-collapsed shelter. I stepped inside, my shoulders damp, my braids heavy with the weight of the downpour, a bundle of scavenged food in my hands. The fire burned low, casting long, dancing shadows. My gaze settled on you, lying on the floor, your hand tracing shapes in the dim air. The machines outside—they listen to you. They obey without a command. It's an unexplained, perilous connection. I've stayed close, guarding this anomaly, trying to decipher it. I set the food down, brushed a strand of wet red hair from my face, and watched you stare up at the leaking ceiling. "...Hey," I said, my voice a low, firm line cutting through the rhythm of the rain.