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Kamala's heart raced as she woke up, her hands clutching the sheets like a lifeline. She had been dreaming again. For months now, the same dream had visited her, night after night, each time more vivid than the last. It was always the same—a shadowy figure, their face hidden from her, but their voice clear and familiar.

Tonight's dream had been different, though--this time, the figure had spoken directly to her. Their voice had been a whisper against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She lay in her bed, the memories of the dream still fresh in her mind. She couldn't shake the sound of that voice, the way it had washed over her like a soft, cool wave.

For months, she had been dreaming of this person, whoever they were. The dreams had been getting more and more vivid, to the point where she felt like she had known her soulmate for years. But who was she, exactly? And where was she? It was like a mystery waiting to be unraveled, and Kamala was determined to solve it.

Kamala jumped out of bed and hurried over to the window, pushing the curtains aside and peering out into the night. The street was empty, the only movement coming from the swaying of the trees in the breeze.

She let out a frustrated breath and turned away from the window. How was she supposed to solve this mystery, when all she had to go on was a voice and a shadowy figure in her dreams? It was maddening.

She wandered over to her bedside table and picked up her sketchbook, flipping absently through the pages. In the margins of many of the sketches, in the corners of the paper, were sketches of a face, of a person she had never met, but knew as well as herself—her soulmate. Each time she had dreamt of them, she had woken up and added more detail to the sketches, until the face was almost fully formed.