Backstory.
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It all began on a chilly morning in August when I opened my eyes and realized my mother was nowhere to be found. Despite my tender age of six, I vividly recall my desperate search for her within our petite room. Our bag, which we had packed the night before, sat on a small wooden chair in the corner, yet my mother was nowhere to be found.
Beneath my pillow lay a curious piece of paper, which I cautiously retrieved and carefully unfolded. The paper was filled with strange letters, as I, unlike other children my age, did not attend school.
