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... and heady, soaking into the courtyard like a veil of divine intoxication. It clung to the breeze and settled on the leaves of ancient spiritual trees, their branches swaying lazily above as if lulled by the rich aroma.
Somewhere in the distance, a soft rustle echoed, quickly swallowed by the low hum of conversation and the rare sound of laughter—raw, bestial joy reverberating beneath a canopy steeped in magic and time.
Ricky hovered above it all, his compound eyes gleaming faintl ...
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