Every day, a new sun rose above Paradise, slowly but surely embracing the sea, the land, and all living creatures that took shelter in either one of those two. Life pulsed throughout Paradise just like blood is pumped through a mortal’s heart, Night followers got replaced with the followers of the day, both relying on each other to complete the many tasks that needed to be done to ensure the cycle of life continued without fault, and still got their much-needed restoration period as they took turns hibernating. Being a nymph meant being a part of the ever-unfolding secrets that the universe kept to itself, much like hormones were the magic that organized a mortal’s body, nymphs were the magic that organized the elements of the mortal world. Amalthea, however, was a different story. Her extraordinary life force meant that she rarely needed restoration, a few days a month were more than enough for the heiress, she was committed to her role with every particle of her being, which made
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