Chapter 38 — Crying 0 Clock, For Someone Who's Not Really Dead, Just Memory Dead!

• 🦋 FELIX 🦋
• I'm shivering, my teeth chattering, and my body aching from the relentless search. Hours of walking, asking, and hoping have yielded nothing but despair. The streets are empty, the darkness oppressive.
• My clothes are damp, my shoes are soaked, and my hair is rumpled. I feel dirty, like the grime of disappointment has seeped into my pores. Every step, every inquiry, every glance has ended in frustration.