Shadows of Solitude
Maya introduced me to other artists, and for the first time, I felt like I belonged somewhere.
We laughed, shared stories, and talked about the future — a future that didn’t include shadows or substitutes.
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But healing wasn’t a straight path.
One evening, as I walked home, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.
*“You’re more than you realize.”*
No name, no explanation.
A shiver ran down my spine.
Was someone watching me? Or was it just my mind playing tricks?
I tucked the phone away, trying to push the unease aside.