Chapter 4: The Comfort

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In the silence that followed the voice, a new awareness began to dawn on me.

The abyss that once engulfed me now felt like a cocoon.

A protective shell that was slowly cracking open.

I could sense the world around me.

A world that was waiting for me to return.

The voice became a constant.

A gentle hum in the background of my consciousness.

It was no longer just a source of comfort.

It was a beacon guiding me back to life.

The words were still unclear, but their rhythm was familiar.

Like a forgotten melody resurfacing from the depths of my mind.

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