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... e ones. Winds danced softly across the new lands, and rivers of light flowed through the valleys like veins of memory. Life was stirring again—quietly, tentatively—as though the world were whispering itself into being.
Zara and Damien had built a small camp near the edge of the Sea That Dreams, where the suns’ reflections rippled in molten gold. The Pulse hovered nearby, its light dimmer now but steady, watching the world grow like a silent guardian.
One evening, as the suns dipp ...
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