I had never been a believer in dreams. They came and went like whispers, fleeting and forgotten by the time morning arrived. But this dream, this dream felt different. It gripped me with a weight I couldn’t shake off, a strange sense of purpose that had ignited something deep inside me.
I had fallen into a deep, restless sleep, the kind that drags you through layers of thought and feeling without your control. The air around me had felt heavy, thick with an ancient force as I drifted into the dreamscape. I found myself standing in a forest, the towering trees whispering in a language I couldn’t understand. My heart thudded in my chest, but there was something comforting about the way the night wrapped around me like an old, familiar blanket.
Then, through the mist, she appeared.
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