The Distant Legend
The dream began not with sound, but with the texture of stone, a cold, granular silence that pressed against Elara’s cheek before the light even dared to break through the eyelids. It was a place of infinite, echoing stillness, a vastness that defied the geometry of the waking world, where the air tasted of iron and ancient dust. In this dreamscape, the architecture was not built but grown,...
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