🕯️ The Rainfall Room – The rain was still tapping on the window, a soft ticking like a clock counting down to something unknown. Room Eleven had fallen into a strange silence, and Arav could feel the weight of that quiet pressing against his chest. He had tried to sleep after the voice faded below the floorboards, but the whisper still lingered in his mind:"Arav... you remember, don't you?" No. He didn’t. But now, he wanted to. The hallway outside was dim. The single lightbulb flickered with a life of its own, swinging slightly as if moved by a breathless presence. Arav stepped out of his room. Behind him, the door to Room Eleven closed without a sound. He didn’t look back. The hallway stretched on, longer than he remembered. At the far end, a tall mirror leaned against the wall—framed in dark wood, old enough to have seen more than just reflections. Dust covered it like a shroud. Arav had passed it the first day, barely noticing it. But now, the mirror was glowing fain...