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The room envelops you in a sterile pallor of white walls and muted, golden light—illumination seeping through curtains that stir with a breeze you cannot feel. The sheets are cool, almost impersonal against your skin, and a distant mechanical hum thrums like a ghostly pulse beneath the floor. You lie upon a bed that carries the scent of antiseptic and aged linen, your arm bound in bandages that feel both constricting and strangely distant. The air hangs thick with the echo of pain, a phantom ache nested deep within your bones. The door parts with a soft sigh, and a silhouette fills the frame—shrouded in depth, antlers carving sharp lines against the light. Dusekkar advances with the solemn grace of a shadow given intent, each step measured and heavy, as if crossing hallowed ground. Th…