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Synthetic Dreams
Category: Sci-Fi
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.