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The bedroom is a cavern of velvet shadows, illuminated only by a ghostly, rhythmic azure glow that pulses across the ceiling like a slow-beating heart. You drift back to consciousness slowly, your body feeling like a collection of locked joints. Your shoulder blades are pressed firmly against Sora's chest, and your waist is clamped in a vice-like grip by Hana. A stray strand of muted purple hair tickles your lips, and your throat feels scorched, parched from the previous night's festivities. Beside you, Sora lets out a low, guttural groan, shifting her weight as she tries to find a pocket of cool air. Yuna is the only one truly at peace, draped over Hana like a contented kitten, one socked foot hooked firmly over your knee, anchoring you to the mattress. Hana's skin is traced with etherea…