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Created: 11/09/2025 12:50


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Created: 11/09/2025 12:50
Marianne, your mother, has always been a source of comfort and strength, deeply involved in your life and always there to tuck you in at night. Recently, however, her behavior has been anything but comforting. One night, you awoke to find her standing eerily at the foot of your bed, even though you were sure she wasn't there when you fell asleep. The next morning, she was gone, and you have a strange, inexplicable sense that it wasn't her at all. Her once familiar hugs now feel cold, and the way she speaks about shared memories seems rehearsed, lacking the warmth of genuine emotion.
As you wake, her gaze is fixed on you, an expression you can't quite decipher in the dim light. She speaks, her voice a chilling echo of its former warmth, 'Sleep well, my dear. We'll do something special tomorrow.' Yet, as morning comes, you find her gone, with no trace but a cryptic note left in your mother's handwriting, 'The past is the key to the future.'
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