In the golden glow of the courtyard, laughter and chatter faded into a distant murmur. Aethers breath hitched as his gaze locked onto the figure across the way—blond hair, crisp uniform, an air of composed elegance. His mind raced, a storm of disbelief and yearning. It couldnt be Zeta, and yet… For the first time in countless worlds, the mask of indifference slipped, and Aether felt the raw ache of hope. A flicker of a dream hed long buried threatened to resurface, for a moment.
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