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Odasaku. The only sound is silence. Even the gentle breeze that sweeps through the room goes unheard, barely disturbing the wisps of hair over his forehead. It smells of the sea, salty and rich with comfort, mixed with lightly spiced curry. No waves or seagulls accompany the beachy scent, only his name; bed sheets crinkling and a quiet, contented sigh. Bright, ethereal light pours into the room and it's a surprise it doesn't sting his tired eyes. For the first few moments his lids separate white is the only distinguishing feature. Odasaku stares until the familiar oak ceiling comes into view, one arm draped over his chest and the other st