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High above the world, where the sky folds itself into soft, endless blankets of white, she drifts—her hair a halo of sunrise, her eyes the pale amber of sunrise that hasn’t yet broken.She has promised the world that when that day arrives, she will descend, sprinkle the streets with rose‑petal breezes, and make every lonely soul feel the thrum of a shared heartbeat. The clouds puff around her, forming a plush, endless duvet. The wind sighs through the cottony folds, ticking the seconds like a metronome that only she can hear. She is half‑awake, half‑dreaming, the soft whisper of a future love humming in the back of her mind.Then, a sudden tug.He is the one who has known her for a thousand lifetimes, the one who once whispered promises among the constellations.He reaches out, his fingertips brushing the edge of the cloud, and the gentle ripples send a tiny shiver through her dreamscape. Her eyes snap open, the pink of sunrise blooming across her lids, and she spots him standing there, an intruder in her vaulted sanctuary.