The Golden Song
The dream had no sky. It was only water, black and endless, stretching out in every direction. In the center of this vast, silent ocean stood a single structure of white stone. It was not a house, nor a temple, but a cage. A high, spiraling tower of glass and iron, suspended above the surface by chains that vanished into the deep. Inside the tower, a woman sat on a bench of polished oak. She...
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