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Tall blades of grass rustled in the wind. A blue sky stretched over miles and miles of rolling hills, mirroring the color if not the texture of wind-driven ocean waves. Adi stood still on the highest point, enjoying the soft, warm caress of the breeze on her skin. Her hair fell freely around her shoulders, and even though her feet were bare, the grass did not hurt them. That alone made her realize that this couldn't be reality. It felt so peaceful, so soothing, just standing here, looking around her. The sun was bright but didn't burn or glare—the wind was gentle and whispered with a hypnotic rhythm through the prairie grass.
When the rustling increased behind her, she turned around dreamily, no rush, no fear. The grass parted, and she found herself face-to-face with the most beautiful
