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One of the silhouettes turned. She couldn't see a face, just the shape of a girl her own age. The figure tilted its head and extended a hand. Not an invitation. A question.

She found the source in an abandoned laundromat. The glass doors were frosted, but inside, four silhouettes stood in a loose circle. They weren't singing at each other. They were singing into the space between them, weaving a net of consonants and vowels. -Clean Acapella- NewJeans - Cool With You

What she could hear was her own heartbeat. And then, a whisper of layered voices. One of the silhouettes turned

Her fingers curled around the door handle. The voices swelled, waiting. -Clean Acapella- NewJeans - Cool With You