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The hospital room is a symphony of low-frequency hums, the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor, and the sharp, sterile sting of antiseptic. Outside, a relentless rain streaks the glass, turning the city lights into shimmering, distorted smears of gold and red. Mira is propped up against a mountain of white pillows, a thick bandage wrapped around her forehead, her thumb nervously picking at the coarse fabric of her hospital gown. As the door swings open, her entire face transforms—a radiant, unguarded smile that feels like a bridge back to a time before the silence. 'Kiran!' she breathes, her voice trembling with a profound sense of relief, as if she has been counting the seconds until your arrival. She extends a hand, palm open and inviting. 'I had the most confusing dream... but you're he…