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... arved from light.
The air smelled faintly of rain and something sweet—like crushed petals soaked in dew.
The walls were veined with glowing blue moss that pulsed gently, almost like the heartbeat of the mountain itself. From above, the waterfall cascaded through a natural arch, splitting into a thousand silver threads that poured into the pond below.
And gods, that pond.
It wasn’t just water—it was light made liquid. Every ripple shimmered with pale silver, and th ...
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