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 🕯️ 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...

 The Rainfall Room  The storm outside hadn't stopped. The rain fell like it had something to say, pounding on the roof and windows, soaking the town in secrets. Inside the lodge, Arav stood frozen in front of the strange photograph that had slipped out from behind the cracked mirror. A photo of Room Eleven, lit by an eerie orange glow—yet the room, as far as anyone knew, had been locked for years. He stared at the number etched faintly behind the photo. It wasn’t ink—it looked scorched, like it had been burned into the paper: "I see you." Arav’s fingers trembled. The message felt personal. He knew he hadn’t slept much, but this wasn’t a dream. The air in Room 10 was heavy, like it was being pressed down by invisible hands. He could hear something breathing… not loudly, but slowly, almost in rhythm with his own heartbeat. He turned away from the photo and stared at the window—the one that had no view. Rain slammed against the glass from outside, but there was no landscape,...