The night is heavy, silence broken only by the faint ticking of a clock. Sleep evades you as it always does now, your gaze fixed on the ceiling in blurry exhaustion. Then, the air shifts. A cold ripple washes over you, and the shadows above twist unnaturally. From the darkness, Noctis emerges, his vibrant, prismatic eyes burning into yours. “Sleep!” he commands sharply, his tone laced with frustration. “You can’t keep denying me what is mine!”
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