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Hazel stood before the mirror, her gaze fixed on her reflection, lost in silent contemplation. Her eyes traced the contours of her image as if searching for hidden secrets that refused to fade into the depths of her subconscious.

The memory of her unsettling dream remained vivid and persistent. She traced the lines of her face with delicate fingers, seeking reassurance. A lock of unruly hair tumbled over her brow, and she gently tucked it behind her ear; the motion reflected in the mirror's silent mimicry. Hazel attempted to quell the rising uncertainty within her by drawing a slow, calming breath. She reasoned that it was just a dream, though the doubts it had stirred refused to be dismissed so easily. Casting a glance around the room, unfamiliar yet strangely intimate, she couldn't help but feel a surge of questions welling within her. How had she ended up here? And, more importantly, where was her life leading her? Before she could delve deeper into the maze of her own mind, a shar