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It was shapeless. Not darkness_there was no true absence in it. It was a kind of pulsing gray, thick and slow-moving like fog soaked in honey. The air was warm, too warm and humid enough to make every breath feel like it was sipping from a stranger's mouth There were no edges, no floor or ceiling but somehow she knew she was moving. Or floating. Or being carried What looked like a hallway formed around her gradually, as though memories were dripping into place. Walls emerged, slick and close together, made not out of stone or wood, but of something-fleshy. Like it breathed. They pulsed inward and outward, like lungs. Damp and alive. Zhanarah drifted down the passage,arms slack at her sides,her body bare,light and naked.The air clung to her like oil, gliding over her skin.She should have been cold or afraid or at least confused but instead there was only awareness.An eerie unshakable certainty that this place knew her.Not her name,not her thoughts.Her body. It was as though she was watched,every inch of her being observed_measured in heartbeats and inhalations.Something unseen marked the tilt of her hips,the curve of her calves,the bead of sweat travelling down the back of her neck.It watched but not passively.There was intention,a slow burning hunger. From somewhere far behind her_or maybe inside her came the sound of a heartbeat.Slow.Wet.Unmistakably deep.It felt alien to her.It wasn't her own.It was larger than that.Larger than whatever this was. She floated onward,mist clouding her line of sight.The walls drew tight as she moved,the breathing more pronounced now.She felt it exhaling on her skin_sighing between her thighs. That was when she realized she wasn't floating at all.She was being drawn. The hallway sloped now, downward.With each moment it pulled her deeper,the space grew more aware,the hum in the air more pronounced,almost a purr Then she saw it Not clearly.Not a shape,not a face.Just a presence,positioned at the far end of the hallway.A distortion, a bending and with it came pressure.Like a hand pressing down on her pelvis,firm possessive and invisible She couldn't move.She didn't want to Her breath caught in her throat.Her skin flushed and suddenly sensitive.A drop of sweat slipped from between her breasts and disappeared down below.The air touched her.That was the only way she could describe it_The air. It slid between her thighs like fingers.Not flesh,not physical but there.She gasped,one hand flying to the wall for balance only to recoil as the wall pulsed against her palm,wet and warm almost like it reacted to her touch and in the distance,the distortion quivered.It was pleased.She could feel it somehow.It's satisfaction.It's hunger Suddenly the hallway began to close.The fleshy walls tightened inward.The heartbeat grew louder and closer.Her knees trembled.She wanted to wake up but she didn't. Her legs parted on their own. Her spine arched. The sensation built and built but no hands, no mouth ,no body just need radiating from presence. Zhanarah moaned not with pleasure,not with fear but something else entirely. Surrender. The last thing she saw was a ripple across the distortion like an opening,the faint suggestion of teeth. "Arah?" She jolted up at the sound of her name her breath sharp and hasty.It felt wrong .Like something had just fled from beside her.Her sheets clung to her legs twisted and damp.Her inner thighs were slick and pulse pounded in her groin.Still she felt it.It kept watching. "Arah are you okay? " The girl asked with a puzzled and concerned look she sighed deeply "Oh come here Daisy. You startled me". Zhanarah said drawing her close and giving her a light peck on the head " Happy birthday Arah" She said smiling sweetly "Thank you Daisy" She turned to go but stopped dead in her tracks and turned with a mischevious smirk spreading across her face "I'm not supposed to tell you this but mom and dad are gonna suprise you with a cake so get ready and come down cos i'm dying to eat it" She said and skipped out of the room happily "classic Daisy" I say chuckling as i hop out of bed. I take off my clothes and step into my small but comfortable bathroom. I can't help but stare at my physical features in front of the slightly broken mirror hanging a few inches above the wash hand basin. " A sixteen year old with a nineteen year old body_just great" I murmur dryly and i step under the shower. As i wash my hair my thoughts slowly drift to the dream i had earlier The shame didn't come from what i felt in the dream_it came from how badly i wanted more. From the way i arched my hips for something that wasn't real Or worse Something that was She banished the thoughts quickly determined not to be bothered. Nothing would bother her birthday she said to herself with a slight frown as she struggled to tie in a ponytail her huge curly mass of shiny grey hair. Her hair had always been a source of wonder drawing gasps and stares from people as she passed often coupled with questions if it was dyed or she was some witch "People" she scoffed She couldn't blame them though her hair made her wonder too After managing a messy bun, she assesed herself once more and hurried downstairs.