In the midst of the profound darkness of the cafe, Meirah couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She had noticed that the person seated opposite her hadn't said a word since they had sat down. Meirah's curiosity got the better of her, and she leaned forward slightly, her voice gentle as she asked, "Is something wrong? You haven't said anything."
There was a momentary pause, and then a single, hesitant syllable emerged from the darkness, but it trailed off into silence. “No,” she heard. Meirah strained her ears, trying to discern more, but the other person remained silent.
As this peculiar interaction unfolded, a strange sensation washed over Meirah, something akin to déjà vu. It was as though a faint memory from her past was trying to resurface, but it remained just out of reach. She
