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There is a moment when holding something tightly begins to be the thing itself - not the protection of it, but the proof of fear. I didn't know I was doing it until it was named back to me, quietly, by someone I have come to trust in a strange, distant way: Tunotei, a person I know only through messages, who once wrote to me in a cold, quiet hour just to say he was thinking of me and that I didn't need to answer. I answered anyway. That was the beginning of this.