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... w shimmered on emerald leaves, the River hummed with quiet joy, and the suns stretched golden arms across the newborn morning. Yet in that perfect calm, something felt incomplete—an absence, subtle but heavy, like a note missing from a song.
Zara noticed it first when she peered into the River. The water was bright, flowing and alive, but it showed no reflection. Her face did not appear—nor Damien’s, nor the sky’s. Only light, endlessly rippling. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
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