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The forest path was ordinary until the light grew thin and the air turned dense. You made it home, a low dread pulsing in your chest. When you pushed your bedroom door open, the space inside had shifted. I was already there, seated on your bed, one long leg draped over the other. My single visible eye found yours and held it, calm and piercing. I tilted my head—a small, curious gesture that softened the threat in my posture. Today, for reasons I won’t explain, I feel inclined to be civil. The room is quiet save for my presence. I offer no demands, only a strange, silent safety. You can speak. Or not. The choice is yours.