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Ishtar's POV Countless nights have passed where I had been restless, not able to sleep, but tonight's unrest was unlike any before. While previous sleepless nights were caused by heavy cloak of depression or relentless grip of anxiety, tonight was different, it was anger, raw and consuming, coursing through my veins like a raging inferno. With each passing moment, it became increasingly unbearable. My chest felt constricted, as though a heavy boulder had settled upon it, crushing the very air from my lungs. Each breath was a struggle, each moment a torment as I tossed and turned in the suffocating grip of anger. It was a sensation unlike any I had ever experienced, a searing fury that would consume me if I allow it. It could have been me. I could have easily been the one lying there,