Diana’s POV
A voice brushed the edges of my mind, whisper-soft, like fog curling beneath a door, impossible to shut out.
“I am Celina.”
“I am you.”
“We’re one, silly.”
It wasn’t loud. It didn’t cut or pierce. It slipped in like a memory, familiar and uninvited. It nestled in the hollow of my ribs like it belonged inside me. Like it had always been there, waiting.
Was it the crowd outside? Was someone shouting through the noise?
No.
It wasn’t outside.
It was inside me.
I clutched my head, fingers clawing into my scalp, palms pressing hard against my ears, like I could smother the voice with skin and bone.
“Stop… stop… stop.”
And then—
Silence.
Not just quiet, but the heavy, sudden kind that slams down like a curtain on a stage.
No pounding fists on the bathroom door. No fake-
