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مؤلف: Lumi Walker
last update آخر تحديث: 2026-01-21 04:31:38

IRIS’S POV

The first thing I felt was the white. It wasn’t just a color; it was a total mood, and not a good one. It was this cold, sterile blankness that pressed against my eyelids until they felt like they were made of literal lead. My heart felt like a bruised muscle, beating with a slow, heavy thud that echoed in my ears like a drum kit played by someone with zero rhythm. Every breath was a struggle, honestly, as if my lungs had just decided to forget the basic mechanics of air and go on strike.

I tried to move my hand, but my fingers were definitely not taking orders from my brain. I was just floating in a sea of medicinal smells—bleach, ozone, and that sharp metallic scent that always screams 'congratulations, you've survived a disaster.'

"Iris?"

The voice was a low, jagged rumble that vibrated right through the mattress. It pulled me toward the surface of the white fog. I forced my eyes open, though the fluorescent lights above me felt like tiny needles being poked into my reti
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