She reached for her singing bowl. As she did, a new message appeared in chat. Not from a user. From the game itself. You have been following the wrong light, holybabe342. The real door is under your feet. Cassie looked down. The floorboard she’d been tapping—it was loose. She’d noticed it for months but never pried it open. Now, with 47 people watching, she bent down. Her fingers found the edge.
The final line on the first page: "Holy is not pretending to be good. Babe is not shrinking to be loved. And 342 was the number of days I wasted being afraid of my own truth. Burn the cardigans, Cassie. The world needs your real shadow." holybabe342
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