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2024-10-01 07:00:20Phoebe’s POV
“Phoebe, my daughter, please wake up!”“My sweet child, who did this to you?”“Oh my goodness! Just look at my poor child.”I could hear faint voices around me, but they sounded distant, like I was underwater. Everything around me was pitch black, and I couldn't make out anything as I stared into the empty, dark space.Trying to open my eyes, I felt like something heavy was weighing them down, making it impossible for me to see. I kept trying, hoping to leave the void and dark space.When I finally managed to open my eyes, a bright light hit my face, and I winced, squinting against it.Why was it so bright?The light was too harsh, and it hurt to keep my eyes open, but I slowly forced myself to adjust.In the midst of the confusion, I heard a familiar voice—it sounded like my mother's, or so I thought. It was soft and distant at first, then clearer as my vision slowly returned.AsRelated chapters
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