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Kaia's Pov
A distant voice attempts lures me out of my unconscious state.
Every ounce of my body is telling me they dont have the strength to get up.
They're telling me not to succumb to the voice.
But they sound familiar.
You know the sound you get when you yell at a cave? The echo that reverbs the words that flees from the tongue of a mouth. Soothing and smooth. Like butter gliding across a hot pan.
Something similar is happening right now.
Except, the source isnt my own voice.
Someone's calling m
