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g., make it more of a mystery or a dark fantasy), or should we of those specific words further?

When I woke up this morning, the room was silent, but the air still smelled faintly of jasmine. My hands were stained with a fine, silver pollen that vanished the moment the sunlight touched it. I realized then that the dream wasn't a warning—it was an invitation to finally start listening to what my own heart had been trying to say for years. am_visat_aseara_ascultare_florea_prefus

"Do not look with your eyes," the voice whispered. "Listen with your roots." the room was silent

As I approached, a voice—not a sound, but a feeling in my chest—demanded (Obedience/Listening). a voice—not a sound