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I heard a whisper from the wilderness,

In a lonely place veiled with cypress;

Was it a ghost, or just imagination,

A quiet doubt that sought its own explanation?

Since the moment I perceived that voice,

Something shifted, something broke the noise;

Trusted friends began to turn away,

Their silence louder than words could say.

I wondered why, so sudden, so cold,

A story I never was meant to be told;

The bond I cherished from the start

Faded slowly, then fell apart.

And now I understand what it means,

That whisper rising from in between;

A voice within, both calm and stark:

“Always be wary and watch your back.

For those you trust may wear a mask.”