The Distant Garden
The dream began not with light, but with a sound, a low, resonant hum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, a frequency so deep and pervasive that it drowned out the memory of the morning sun and the smell of the damp earth, pulling me into a void where the only thing that existed was a single, glowing glyph, a character carved from starlight and sorrow, floating in the center of an...
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