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It’s only once she’s on board that she finally gets to check her phone. “Class cancelled.” Her toast has gone for nothing. She has rushed for nothing. What a morning; ruined for absolutely no reason until she notices “him”. Maybe the universe has a way of making up for things.

Morning arrives, and Serena oversleeps. She jolts awake and immediately enters survival mode. There is no time for a proper breakfast, yet she somehow manages to throw a slice of bread into the toaster while speed-running through her morning, panic written all over her face.

As night deepens and the world falls into stillness, we begin to hear what the noise of day allowed us to ignore. Perhaps silence does not create our hunger, but merely removes the distractions that kept us from noticing it.