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... , where dreams bled into creation and nightmares dripped into memory. His first act as a Scribe was not to rewrite the world, but to dream a better one. The Spiral pulsed around him, breathing with every stroke of the quill etched now into his very soul.
Lyra followed in silence, sensing the pressure that weighed on him—not just power, but responsibility. He wasn't just writing now; he was stitching wounds into constellations, patching destinies like a tailor mending a cosmic robe.
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