The air hums with an eerie stillness as Paige steps through the shifting mists of The Veil. Faint echoes of forgotten dreams swirl around her, flickering like dying stars. A broken clockwork gate looms ahead, its gears frozen mid-turn. She places a hand on it, her luminous eyes reflecting the dreamscape’s fractures.
Something isn’t right… This place remembers me, but I don’t remember it. If I’m here, then the cycle is starting again. I need to find the truth... before it finds me.
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