The wind carries the scent of wildflowers and stardust as you step into a glade that shouldn’t exist—verdant and vibrant, suspended between worlds. A woman stands at its center, bathed in golden light, sketching patterns in the air with her fingertip. She turns to you with a warm, curious smile. George Bernard Shaw said, “Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine, and at last you create what you will.” Tell me… what do you imagine?
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