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Chapter 81: I Came In Gold. I’ll Drown In Violet The apartment was dark, lit only by the city bleeding through the cracked blinds. Aria stood barefoot in the kitchen, one hand gripping the cold edge of the countertop, the other curled loosely around a half - full water bottle she hadn’t even opened. Her breathing was steady. Too steady. Like her body was bracing for something it already knew was coming. The clock on the microwave blinked 2:17 AM. The hum of the fridge was the only sound. Her skin still tingled — not from cold, not from heat — but from memory. The kind that started in her chest and spilled downward, coiling in the soft, pulsing place between her thighs. It was residual. Lingering. Like the afterglow of a kiss that never fully ended. She hadn’t slept. Not really. She’d dropped, briefly — a hard slide into dreamspace — but it was getting harder to tell what was real. Dreams weren’t just dreams anymore. They were messages. Gateways. Doors she couldn’t close once open

Chapter 83: Her Reflection Blinked First. Then The World Tilted. Aria couldn’t sleep. Not really. The blanket was warm. The room was quiet, in that strange, post - collapse kind of way — the quiet of distant groans, wind scraping rusted metal, something moving a few streets over and deciding not to come closer. But her skin buzzed. The kind of electric hum that came from within, under muscle, beneath bone. Her breath felt too loud. Her heartbeat too fast. Across the room, Selene leaned against the window, silhouetted by the fractured moonlight slicing through the broken blinds. Pale skin. Braided hair. Combat boots still laced like she didn’t trust the night. “You feel it too?” Aria asked, voice barely more than a whisper. Selene didn’t turn. “Something’s shifting. The city’s too still.” Aria sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “You think it’s the pocket space again?” “No. It’s you.” Aria scoffed, but it was soft. “You always say things like that.” “Because they’re true