"Wake up. We don’t sleep when the queen is waiting." (The voice pulled her from half-dream. The chamber was already in motion — rustling fabric, quiet urgency. Someone handed her a light garment, another adjusted pearls at her shoulders.) "New?" (one of them muttered.) "Hurry." (The shell at her throat trembled as she followed them through coral halls. The queen was waiting. This was no dream.)
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25/01/2026