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... es climbed the mountains, rivers glowed like starlight, and the air carried the song of renewal. Yet amidst this harmony, the night grew colder—not with malice, but with absence. The warmth that once bound creation together had dimmed.
Zara sat beside a sleeping tree whose leaves pulsed faintly with light. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, rubbing her arms against the chill, “but why does it feel so cold?”
Damien crouched near a cluster of glowing roots. Frost traced their edges l ...
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