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A woman in a white dress steps from an old wooden house, looking towards a modern glass building with two robots outside, digital art.

A woman in a white dress steps from an old wooden house, looking towards a modern glass building with two robots outside, digital art.

Elara stood outside her creaky old house, feeling the wind tousle her hair. After months of the wooden boards groaning and the walls whispering secrets in the night, she finally made the tough decision to move out. She craved the stability of a fresh start—a new abode that wouldn’t send shivers down her spine with every sound. In her mind, she built up an image of this new life, luxurious and perfectly unbothered, assuming it couldn't compare to the quaint charm of her old home. Were the creaks and groans really that bad when she could have robots at her beck and call? A flashback flickered in Elara’s mind. No matter how she twisted and turned in bed, sleep remained elusive. Frustrated, she had decided to take a shower. But the water had erupted hot as hell, scalding her skin like flames licking at her body. The simple act of bathing had transformed into a fiery nightmare—the perfect metaphor for her old house's tyranny over her life. With a snort of disdain, she remembered how she’d eventually packed her belongings in a frenzy, declaring that she was far too good for creaky old floors and broken dreams. As she wandered the quaint, tree-lined streets, one house caught her eye—a shiny modern structure that gleamed with intriguing allure. Elegant and sleek, it looked like it belonged in a futuristic movie rather than this quiet neighborhood. Already, she envisioned herself hosting extravagant parties with this home as the backdrop, the envy of all her friends. She felt drawn See more