Thalasa pov“He asked, didn’t he?”The voice came from behind me, and I turned immediately.It was Cynthia.But the moment my eyes landed on her, I knew something wasn’t right.She looked different.Not just in appearance, but in a way that made my chest tighten without warning. There was a strange stillness about her, something controlled, almost too controlled, and it reflected clearly in the way she was looking at me. Her gaze felt sharper than usual, more calculating, like she was observing rather than simply speaking.Then my attention shifted to her hair.And I froze.Cynthia had always had purple hair. It wasn’t something she changed, not on a whim and definitely not in a situation like this. It was part of her identity, something constant. But now, as I stared, I realized that the color was no longer the same.It was changing.Half of it had turned white.Not dyed, not styled, not intentional. It looked unnatural, like the color was being drained out of it slowly, like somethi
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