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HIRAETH
Have you ever lived a life that felt almost perfect, yet you were hanging by a thread between life and death? Lilian had always believed in the elegance of ballet, in its perfection, in its grace. It was the one constant in her life, the rhythm of every leap and pirouette a promise of beauty. But that night, as the lights dimmed and the echoes of music faded into the air, the world around her shifted in ways she couldn't begin to understand. The ambulance rushed through the dark streets, its sirens wailing like a distant scream. Inside, Lilian lay motionless, her body failing her despite the elegance she had always carried with such ease. Her life had been reduced to the cold, sterile confines of a hospital room, a place where time was measured not by the beats of her heart but by the steady rhythm of machines. The doctors had said it was a coma-a word so final, so cold, it sent a chill down the spine of anyone who dared to say it aloud. But Lilian didn't feel cold. She didn't feel anything. In her mind, she was still dancing. She was still the beloved ballerina, the one adored by audiences who held their breath with every graceful move. She could feel the smoothness of the stage beneath her feet, the soft whisper of fabric as she spun in the air. She felt alive, vibrant, radiant. And yet, her body remained still, trapped in a place she couldn't reach. Jasper, her love, sat at her side every day, his presence a constant reminder of the life she had left behind. For two years, they had shared everything-laughter, secrets, dreams. Now, he was here, holding her hand, staring at her with a mixture of hope and despair. "It's going to be okay, Lilian," he whispered, though his voice cracked. "You'll wake up. I know you will." But she couldn't tell him that she felt something was wrong. Strange things had been happening to her, things she couldn't explain. Every time she danced in her mind, things felt... off. Shadows seemed to flicker at the corners of her vision, fleeting and fleetingly unsettling. A sense of wrongness crept in when she thought of Jasper, when she thought of everything she'd left behind. She wanted to tell him. But how could she explain something she didn't fully understand herself? The tragedy of her situation wasn't just the coma-it was the feeling of being trapped in a life that was slipping away, one dream at a time. And that night, as the world outside her hospital room continued to move, Lilian found herself at the edge of a choice that could change everything. Lilian torn between two impossible choices: herself, or Jasper. Which one would she choose?