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... my senses, dragging me into the familiar pull of the void. This time, it wasn't the stark brightness of nothingness or the shadowy intimacy of a bedroom that greeted me. Instead, I found myself standing knee-deep in an obsidian pool, its surface rippling like liquid glass beneath my feet. The air was heavy with the scent of night-blooming flowers, and the liquid was pleasantly warm, if not outright hot.
Above me, the sky swirled with shifting shades of deep crimson and velvet black, lit ...
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