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... reads twisting, braiding, and unfurling until they shaped a winding trail of silver leaves and pale gold roots. The Weave hummed beneath their steps as if sensing their renewed purpose.
Tovin inhaled. “It smells like… earth.”
Marra raised an eyebrow. “Dreams have scents?”
Erian nodded quietly. “Some do. Especially the ones born from longing.”
As they walked, the threads around them shifted into the resemblance of trees—tall, branching structures woven from light. ...
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