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... etched in every direction, shimmering with new colors the suns had never shown before. Waves moved not with wind but with memory—each crest carrying echoes of moments long past, rising and falling in rhythm with the heartbeat of the reborn world.
Zara stood at the shore where light met water, her hand brushing against the surface. “It feels different,” she murmured. “As if the sea isn’t just alive anymore—it’s... remembering.”
The Pulse drifted beside her, smaller and gentler tha ...
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