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Literature

Echoes of a Song

The lobby of the Ghost Hotel was eerily quiet, its Victorian-style architecture lending an unsettling, dreamlike atmosphere. Aerith paced restlessly, paper in one hand, pencil in the other, her thoughts tangled in a jumble of unfinished lyrics, mumbling to herself. She sank into the nearest armchair at the side of the grand staircase leading to the second level of the hotel. “Come on! Think!” she muttered, tapping the pencil against her forehead in frustration. Despite the calm of the lobby, her mind refused to settle. Suddenly, the sound of small metallic footsteps interrupted her concentration. Cait Sith sauntered up, his mechanical frame clinking lightly on the floor. “Y’alright there? How’s it goin’?” he asked cheerily, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Not so good…" she admitted, a look of frustration clouding her normally bright expression. Cait Sith, ever the meddler, hopped into the armchair beside her, with a small table separating them. "I had no idea you were into