The Quiet Decline
She used to solve crosswords before breakfast.
But lately, her mornings slipped into a blur of scrolling — endless reels, endless noise.
Today, as she tried a simple puzzle, the answers felt distant, like forgotten rooms in a once-familiar house.
A tiny fear tugged at her: Was she losing something she didn’t even notice fading?
Cognitive atrophy never arrives loudly.
Sometimes it begins with the silence between two forgotten words.
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