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The creature waddled onto his palm. Its fur smelled of camphor and old libraries. Akira realized what it was: a baku . A chimera from old tales. A devourer of nightmares.

When he woke, it was morning. Haru was already dressed, his face pale but calm . For the first time in months, he smiled at Akira. baku otouto

“You called me,” it said, though its mouth never moved. The creature waddled onto his palm

“Good,” he whispered.

It was like drinking a bonfire. Akira’s small body arched off the mattress. He saw Haru’s nightmare—no, felt it: the heat peeling his skin, the taste of ash, the sound of a mother calling a name that was not his own. He wanted to scream, but the dream had stolen his voice. A chimera from old tales