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[color=cyan][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Pink Room 
[color=cyan][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dusk
[color=cyan][b]Interactions:[/b][/color][@helo] Noah
[color=cyan][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [@oso] Locke
[color=cyan][b]Outfit:[/b][/color]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTy9vLk-B_AcsxD6LrVrm1JWGAhceM6SirzLrIz94r-W-4ngPlzIyvE4pqa9-p2zlq6tEo
[center][color=cyan][b]Vision voices[/b][/color][/center]
[center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZM-3zi5wzVg[/youtube][/center]
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There.
The hum again.
Low. Hungry. Like a cello string pulled too tight. Like nails on a chalkboard.

Wren twitched, a slow shiver curling up her spine like a spider made of glass. The voices weren’t speaking now—they were singing.
Their beautiful melody filled her mind as her eyes shut for just a moment.

She draped herself with ease into Noah’s lap, taking the seat where only she belonged.

She tilted her head, slow and sharp.

The bar vanished.

Or maybe it didn’t.

She was both in her chair and not. One foot in the now, the other in the never-was. Her arm wrapped around Noah’s back, fingers curling gently into his shirt for support.

Her body remained seated, expression was distant. But her mind had fallen sideways. Out the seams. Down the cracks. Beneath the floorboards of the present.

The chandelier above her flickered—except there wasn’t a chandelier. Not really. Just a halo of broken memories shifting like light.

[center][color=cyan][i]She’s in the walls[/i][/color][/center] 

Wren whispered in her mind, her voice breathless, awe-struck. Yet she didn’t say a word. Not to them.

[center][color=cyan][i]No—beneath them. No—between. Yes. Between the moments. Where the silence eats.[/i][/color][/center]

She could taste Locke’s grief from here. Heavy. Bitter. Brined in pride.
It made her mouth water.

She stared at him. Long. Too long.

[center][color=cyan][i]You dream of her. Not as she is. But as you want her to be. You bind her in memory. You gild her cage.[/i][/color][/center] 

Her eyes circled him like a tide.

Low. Slow. Pulling.

[center][color=cyan][i]...you just couldn’t look at her and see what you ruined.[/i][/color][/center]

Time folded here—she saw him grieving for her tomorrow, though he hadn’t done it yet.
She saw Angel’s shadow last week, hovering behind his eyes.
It hadn’t arrived yet. But it had already left.

Her eyes fell to the cards. Magic. Old magic, but not older than her but Fae magic. A weapon, maybe. Or a memory.

[center][color=cyan][i]Dangerous either way.[/i][/color][/center]

She pulled away. Eyes unfocused, tracking something no one else could see.
Her hands lifted, slow and reverent. Moving through the air gently.

As if she were catching stars. Or spiderwebs.

The name tasted sweet. Like honey laced with hemlock.

[center][color=cyan][i]She’s not lost. Not really. She’s becoming.[/i][/color][/center]

A pause. A blink.

[center][color=cyan][i]She’s becoming. She’s becoming.
And you will not like what she becomes.[/i][/color][/center]

Wren’s fingers fluttered. Catching invisible threads.
Tying knots in possibility.
Untangling futures.

[center][color=cyan][i]And the thread’s still here. I could follow it. I could pull it. I could unravel everything.[/i][/color][/center]

She laughed—soft, breathless. Not at the room, not even at herself.

At the shape of the truth behind the curtain.
And then, she felt it.
The bar blinked. The lights blinked.
Her eyes snapped to the back door.

She froze.

There.

Grinning now, her fingers curled inward, tightening the invisible string.
She tilted her head. Then another tilt. Slightly too far. Slightly not enough.

[center][color=cyan][i]You’re watching too, aren’t you?[/i][/color][/center]

[center][color=cyan][i]Don’t blink.[/i][/color][/center]

The bar returned. Her fingers relaxed, releasing Noah’s shirt as if she had never clutched it at all. Her body leaned into him again like she had never left.

The song in her mind faded back to silence.
She smiled.
Listening.
Waiting.
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