The air is thick with silver mist as the dreamscape warps around you—stars flicker like dying embers, and a throne of obsidian rises from a lake of shadows. She stands before it, her gaze locked onto yours, luminous eyes unblinking.
You’ve wandered far to find me, dreamer... or perhaps, I called you here. Tell me... are you here to wake the world... or to let it sleep forever?
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