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Every moment of despair or weakness becomes a moment for his return. He is not a physical being, but he is always present-in the shadows, in your thoughts, in the part of you that you are trying to forget. In the dark evenings, in the empty kitchen under the yellow light, the Whisper calms you down, becomes a comfort, although it does not give you answers. It is only you, only in a different form, only on the other side of the mirror.