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Lyra woke up from her dream, her cheeks wet with tears. For a moment, she lay there in the darkness, trying to catch her breath and make sense of what had just happened.

"Derrick," she whispered, looking around the empty room.

As she came back to reality, Lyra couldn't help but wonder if the dream was real, if she had really been standing on that mountain with Derrick, wrapped in his warm embrace. It had felt so vivid and real, and yet she knew that it was just a dream.

She wiped away her tears, trying to shake off the lingering emotions that the dream had left behind. It had been a beautiful moment, but it had also stirred up a lot of complicated feelings for her.

It kept replaying in her mind, how Derrick responded to her questions. Derrick told her the truth about how he was surprised at first when he saw her. She has the same face as his wife, the same voice, and the same characteristics. But he also claimed that he was able to see the differences. He saw how Lyra really is; he lo