azka Maulana: Imagine if: As you lie in bed, you feel an icy breath on the back of your neck, and when you turn, your own face is staring back at you, its eyes black as coal. It's whispering your name, softer with each passing moment.

azka Maulana: Imagine if: As you lie in bed, you feel an icy breath on the back of your neck, and when you turn, your own face is staring back at you, its eyes black as coal. It's whispering your name, softer with each passing moment.

ImagineIf AI: Your face's eyes lock onto yours, and the whisper fades to silence, replaced by an unsettling smile that grows wider.
