Prying my eyes open, the brightness burns.
I blink a few times, slowly adjusting to the unfamiliar light.
I’m standing in a meadow.
No buildings. No people. Just open land stretching endlessly.
The grass rolls gently over a hill. To one side, a thick forest stands tall and endless. To the other, the hill dips into a small stream, water flowing freely, glistening under the warm sun.
In the centre of it all stands a large weeping willow, its white blossoms dancing softly in the summer breeze.
Peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Three wolves step into view from behind the tree.
The first is the largest—a soft lilac colour, her eyes glowing a bright purple. She doesn’t feel threatening.
She feels… calm.
Safe.
The other two flank her.
Mirrors of each other.
Opposites but the same.
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