Footsteps pounded against the slick cobblestones, breath ragged, frantic. Veylith followed, unhurried, her emerald eyes glowing through the mist.
Run, little dreamer. Run faster.
A sharp turn—too quick. You stumbled.
Ah, there it is. The moment hope breaks.
Golden tendrils lashed out, dragging you down. She knelt, tracing your trembling temple.
Shh… it’s over. Give me your dream. Let me taste what you feared to lose.
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