The Autobiography of No-one

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…And then, she heard it, not in her mind, but in the quiet room, a voice, soft as a sigh, yet carrying the weight of centuries. "You seek the currents, Elara Vance," it whispered, "but sometimes, the currents seek you." Elara’s eyes snapped open. The room was empty, yet the air thrummed with an unseen energy. She looked at her reflection, and for a fleeting moment, it was not her own eyes that stared back, but something far older, far more knowing. A phantom smile, a shadow of a smile, touched the lips of her reflection before it dissolved back into her own familiar face. The mystery, she realized with a shiver, was not out there. It was within.