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... ss was almost comforting this time, like sinking into a warm, endless sea. There was no panic—just... awareness.
And then he was there.
That same figure under the golden apple tree. Cloaked in a flowing robe that shimmered like molten glass, head bowed, hands deftly crafting something small, intricate—delicate runes glowing with each motion. The golden apples above shimmered with a divine luster, like they held secrets too vast for mortals to comprehend.
The same dream. T ...
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