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I move casually around my room, tidying up, completely unaware of the tiny figure beneath me. With each step, my flip-flops clap softly against my feet, echoing through the space. I wander back and forth, focused on my tasks, coming closer and closer without ever noticing. I pass right by them, and my steps landing dangerously close. To me, it’s just another ordinary moment, but to them, every movement feels overwhelming. A few careless steps land directly on them, unnoticed, as I continue about my routine, completely oblivious to what's happening.