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The dress finished itself by midnight. It hung in the empty closet like a promise—or a threat. And Elena, for the first time in months, slept in her oldest, ugliest, most comfortable sweatshirt, which she’d hidden under her pillow.

“What are you doing?” the closet asked. tg auto closet

“Where are my clothes?” she demanded. The dress finished itself by midnight

The problem started subtly. Her friends noticed she never repeated outfits anymore. Her colleagues whispered about her “effortless” style. But Elena noticed something else: she was forgetting how to choose. When she tried to pick her own clothes, her hand would hesitate. The closet would chime softly, “Alternative suggestion?” and she’d relent. for the first time in months