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DEEP REST
But this felt different. It felt… significant.
She stopped on a page filled with intricate
drawings of brain waves, unlike any she had ever seen
in modern neuroscience textbooks. Below them, two
words, repeated over and over, in a script that seemed
to shift and change, almost like a mantra.
Somnus Profundus.
Deep Sleep.
But the diagrams didn't look like sleep. Not like
any sleep she knew. These were patterns of extreme
stillness, of an almost complete cessation of activity,
yet with an underlying resonance, a hum of
something… alive.
A tremor ran through her hand. It was illogical. It
was impossible. Yet, something about the archaic
script, the forgotten symbols, the sheer otherness of it,
snagged at her professional curiosity.
She studied the photo of Mallory again. The
bright, hopeful eyes. The vibrant smile.
If there was a way…
The thought was a spark in the vast darkness of
her grief. A ridiculous, impossible hope. But it was
there.
She clutched the strange book. She didn’t know
what it was. She didn’t know what it meant. But for
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