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🌹The Urge to Roam When No One Is Watching🌹

The pages of my notes rippled like they were breathing.Ink moved, letters shifting before settling again.The ruler tapping stopped.Strict Hawk lifted his head,calm and proud.“It seems you’ve mastered the subject.”Relief left my body in one slow exhale.

The door creaked open. “You look half dead,” Stupid Jun said, leaning on the frame,his grin sharp,hair bright in the low light. Strict Hawk invited him to join, but Jun just laughed. “No thanks, professor.” I gathered my things, stretching. “I’m done for today. If anyone says yoga again, I’ll vanish.”They laughed as I left.

Ankara’s night air felt alive,thick with spice and smoke. Vendors closed stalls,laughter drifted from cafés, and the call to prayer echoed faintly through the streets. I walked instead of taking a car, letting the hum of the city settle into my bones. My phone buzzed with a message saying I no longer needed to take a certain shady side job.The pregnant woman had finally gone into labor.I smiled.

Then the warmth started beneath my wrist. A pulse, low and certain. My birthmark burned through my sleeve. The city sound dimmed. Light bent in strange ways as I reached the narrow street near the park. Shadows leaned wrong.They appeared along the walls, faint and human, faces carved from smoke, eyes wide with longing. My pulse matched theirs. I lifted my hand, the mark glowed. A single snap echoed, and time stilled.

A seam of gold light opened. The spirits turned toward it. “Go home,” I whispered. They moved through, dissolving one by one until only the scent of roses remained. The rift sealed with a sigh. The street returned to life, trams clattering, voices rising, as if nothing had happened. No one saw. No one ever does.Yet as I turned toward the lights, a voice followed, warm and close enough to touch.“You’re not alone, Kiko.”And the night began to hum again.