I thought it was just a harmless scrap on the floor. At first glance, it seemed insignificant—nothing more than a tiny green leaf that had somehow drifted in from the garden, a bit of debris that begged to be swept away. But then it moved. Just the slightest twitch, and everything shifted. My stomach dropped. A shiver ran down my spine. My skin turned cold. Suddenly, the familiarity of my own home—the place I usually associate with comfort, safety, and routine—felt foreign and threatening. That simple scrap, which I had been ready to ignore, revealed itself as something entirely different:...
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