Almyra's POV, The silence was oppressive, a heavy blanket that suffocated the night. It was as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to stir. The darkness seemed to vibrate with tension, every sound magnified. A cricket's chirp was a cacophony, a rustling leaf, a deafening roar. The wind held its breath, the trees stood still, and the stars twinkled like ice. In this eerie quiet, every sense was heightened. I strained to hear the slightest sound, my ears straining. A footstep, a whisper, a hint of movement. But there was nothing, just the silence. A silence that seemed to have a life of its own. The soft hum of the engine was a reassuring sound, a steady heartbeat that filled the car. The leather seats creaked softly as I shifted, the gentle scent of worn leather filling the air. The dashboard lights cast a warm glow, illuminating the sleek lines of the car's interior. The steering wheel felt solid in my hands, a comfortable fit that spoke to c
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