关于此有声读物
The coffee shop on Fifth Street buzzed with the usual morning chaos—steam hissing from the espresso machine, the gentle murmur of conversations, and the soft scraping of chairs against worn wooden floors. Maya Chen sat in her usual corner booth, laptop open, fingers poised above the keyboard as she struggled to find the right words for her latest article on sustainable architecture. The deadline loomed like a storm cloud, but her mind felt as blank as the cursor blinking mockingly on her screen.
She rubbed her temples, willing away the familiar pressure that had been building behind her eyes all morning. The headaches had been getting worse lately, accompanied by strange sensations she couldn't quite explain—fleeting images that didn't belong to her, emotions that felt foreign yet somehow intimate. Her doctor had suggested stress, prescribed meditation, but Maya knew this was something different. Something unprecedented.
The bell above the door chimed, and Maya glanced up reflexively. A man entered, tall and lean with dark hair that caught the morning light streaming through the windows. He moved with a quiet confidence, his green eyes scanning the room before settling on the counter. Something about him made Maya's breath catch, though she couldn't say why.
As he approached the barista, Maya felt a sudden jolt—like an electrical current running through her skull. The pressure behind her eyes intensified, and then, clear as if someone had spoken directly into her ear, she heard: Large coffee, black, and please tell me they have something stronger than those pastries that look like they've been here since Tuesday.
Maya's head snapped up, her heart racing. The man hadn't spoken aloud. She was certain of it. Yet she had heard his voice as clearly as her own thoughts. She watched him order, noting that his lips moved only to say, "Large coffee, black, please."
