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... it was remembering itself.
Streetlamps flickered awake one by one.Storefronts cleaned their own windows.Graffiti sharpened into readable letters.
Reality was rebuilding—not for us,but around us.
As if preparing a stage.
Aaryan led the way with lazy confidence, glancing over his shoulder occasionally to make sure we followed — or to make sure we witnessed his stride.
The girl walked beside me now,not holding my sleeve,not hiding behind me— ...
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