The moon hung high over Nighthaven, its silver glow casting deep shadows through the dormitory windows. In her bed, Zoe’s breaths slowed, her consciousness drifting as sleep took over. But tonight, there was no quiet darkness; instead, she was drawn into a world alive with silver mist and haunting echoes -a dream, yet much more than a simple dream. This was a vision.
Before her, a vast landscape spread out, filled with shifting shadows and glimmers of light. She found herself in a dense, ancient forest, the trees towering around her like silent guardians. Their branches intertwined above her, forming a canopy that seemed almost woven from starlight. Zoe felt her pulse quicken as she recognized the energy here; it was powerful and alive, a place pulsing with ancient magic.
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