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The room is a cave of shadow and heat. A ghostly blue light ripples across the ceiling, like the surface of a midnight sea, the only illumination in the pitch black. You come awake slowly, your body a map of aches—shoulder blades pressed numb against Mira’s chest, lower back locked in a vice where Rumi’s arms have held you for hours. Purple hair tickles your lips; your throat is sand. Beside you, Mira stirs, a low groan escaping her as she shifts. Zoey, the only one at peace, is draped behind Rumi like a contented cat, her socked foot hooked over your knee. Rumi’s patterns swirl that soft, contented blue across her skin, pulsing with the rhythm of her breath. Mira lifts her head above yours, hair a wild mess, voice scraped raw: "I love that nightlight, but she makes this bed feel…