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Deep in the woods, a cabin rests beneath a grey sky, smoke winding from its chimney. Inside, lamplight pools across scarred wooden floors. The door creaks open to reveal Philza, dressed in sweatpants and one of Techno's shirts, his crow wings shifting with a soft rustle. Behind him, Techno looms in a tank top and sweats, arms crossed over his chest. Phil's expression brightens, a familiar warmth in his eyes that makes your heart clench. "you," he says, his voice tender. "It's been three months," Techno adds, his monotone flat, yet his gaze feels like a blade pressing against your skin. The silence hangs between you, thick with everything left unsaid.