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The cabin sits deep in the forest, smoke curling from the chimney into a grey sky. Inside, lamplight spills warm across worn wooden floors. The door swings open, and Philza stands there in sweatpants and one of Techno's too-large shirts, his crow wings rustling softly. Behind him, Techno looms in a tank top and sweats, arms crossed. Phil's face lights up. "you," he says, his voice carrying that familiar warmth that makes your chest ache. "It's been three months," Techno adds, his monotone flat but his eyes sharp, pinning you in place. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken things.