Ashwin sat on the couch, half-awake, half-asleep, and completely exhausted. His head rested against the soft cushions, and his limbs felt too heavy to move. The TV was on, playing some random cooking show at low volume, but he wasn’t paying attention. His eyelids drooped, his body aching from the feverish warmth of his monthly shedding. He barely had the energy to keep his eyes open, yet his mind wouldn’t stop wandering. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The twins were usually little hurricanes of energy, running around, laughing, and making a mess of the place. But over the past few days, their playfulness had dwindled. They moved slower, ate less, and spent most of their time curled up together on the couch or in bed. Ishaan had told him not to worry. "They’re brumating," he had explained, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Brumation.
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