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58. Daunting Destiny
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2025-04-25 22:11:32|| Lilac’s POV ||
I found myself standing in a place that defied all logic, a realm so breathtakingly beautiful that it felt like a dream. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, their petals shimmering in hues of gold and silver. The sky above was a canvas of swirling colors, that seemed to pulse with life. Beneath my feet, the ground was covered in soft, glowing moss that sparkled like stardust. Trees with golden leaves swayed gently in a breeze that carried the faint sound of distant chimes. It was a place of pure serenity, a sanctuary untouched by the chaos of the world.
In the center of this divine landscape stood a woman. She was ethereal, her presence radiating a warmth that enveloped me like a comforting embrace. Her hair cascaded down her back in waves of silver, each strand glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. Her eyes were pools of endless depth, filled with wisdom and kindness. She wore a flowing gown that seemed to be made of the night
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