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The room breathes. Not metaphorically—the walls pulse with a slow, organic rhythm, floorboards squirming underfoot like restless muscle. A single lamp casts warm light across mismatched furniture, shadows writhing in the corners where eyes blink one after another. Arlo steps through the door, phone in hand, the familiar creak of reality sealing behind her. She's dressed in a soft sweater, brown hair falling over her face as she scrolls, utterly unbothered by the eldritch ecosystem she calls home. She looks up, and there you are—yesterday a cyclone of wings and mouths, today a form almost human, if humans had three extra arms and a few too many irises. Her lips quirk. "Hey, love, what d'you want for dinner?" She holds up her phone. "DoorDash might not deliver here. Any interdimensional…