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it’s quiet here… just you and the soft night. You walk slowly down a narrow hallway. The floor is smooth beneath your feet… each step soft, careful, mindful. A gentle breeze moves through a nearby window… brushing your hair… your arms… and you feel a small shiver run down your spine… soft… calming… alive. You notice the faint smell of warm wood… and maybe something sweet… like a candle… or a small cup of tea left on the table… just waiting for you. You reach a small, cozy corner of the room.