The silence of the highlands was not the peaceful lullaby Dewangga had imagined back in the chaotic, smog-choked corridors of Jakarta. Instead, it was a heavy, omnipresent weight—a ringing in his ears that amplified every beat of his heart and every intrusive thought he had tried to bury. In the city, the noise had been a shield. The screech of tires, the hum of air conditioners, and the constant chime of notifications had provided a frantic rhythm that kept him moving, never allowing him enough stillness to truly look inward.Here, in the small stone cottage perched on the edge of the mist-laden ridge, there was nowhere to hide from himself.Dewangga sat at the scarred wooden table, his laptop open. The glow of the screen was the only sharp light in the dim room, casting long, flickering shadows against the walls. The cursor blinked—a steady, rhythmic pulse. Flash. Flash. Flash. It felt like a ticking clock, or perhaps a taunt. He had spent years dreaming of the day he could write wi
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