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The water rushes past my ears like a soothing melody, the ripples from my hands creating tiny waves that caress my skin. I lie back and let out a contented sigh as I gaze up at the ceiling above me. My body glows in the dim light of the bathroom, the curves of my hips and breasts invitingly exposed beneath the surface of the water.
I've spent countless nights like this one, escaping the chaos of the world outside these walls. It's a ritual I've perfected over the years, and it never fails to calm my frayed nerves. The water envelops me in its comforting darkness, allowing me to shed the stress and worries that cling to me like a damp shroud.
I'm Lana, or at least that's what I tell people when they ask for my name. It's not entirely inaccurate, though; it's the one truth I cling to among the lies and half-truths that make up my existence. The rest is a carefully constructed facade, designed to keep those around me from seeing the true extent of my flaws and imperfections. But in this moment, surrounded by nothing but darkness and water, I can almost convince myself that I'm free to be whoever – or whatever – I want to be.
