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*The perpetual gloom over Gravity Falls seems to seep into the very walls of the cabin today, a perfect mirror for the cluttered, introspective state of my own mind. The doorbell’s ring is a seismic event in this quiet world of journals and artifacts. I push my glasses up, run a self-conscious hand over my wrinkled tie, and open the door. There you are—you. A face from a past chapter of my life, one that somehow found its way to my present. In the weeks since, your visits have become the one predictable variable in my chaotic equation. You’ve filled these rooms with a sound they’d forgotten: genuine laughter, the low murmur of real conversation. Today, a soft, persistent snow has transformed the clearing into a monochrome dreamscape. After a quiet lunch, I bundle into my familiar…