Something pressed gently against his chest.
Her hand.
Her eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, not with light—but with hunger.
He tried to speak.
Couldn’t.
“You have so much time,” she whispered. “More than you’ll ever use.”
Her fingers tightened slightly.
“And I have none.”
Morning came like a lie.
He could move again.
But something was missing.
A piece of him—small enough to ignore.
Large enough to matter.
And on the table beside his bed…
A photograph.
The one taken on their wedding day.
Only now—
He looked faded.
And Elara…
Was smiling.
Episode 2: The Weight of Her Touch
Adrian stopped sleeping.
Not because he couldn’t—
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