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The dream came like waves, washing over my consciousness. Colors danced, not just before my eyes, but through my entire being. Time stretched, became fluid. Each breath drew me deeper into understanding, into a place where reality and spirit merged, became one.

In the morning mist, flowers dance without music. Their petals float like forgotten dreams, catching sunlight in their gentle descent. Time moves differently here, where shadows play with light and every breath carries stories from distant stars.

Did you know in Salem, Massachusetts, an antique shop keeps a mirror locked in its basement? In 1892, seven people gazed into it and vanished without a trace. The shop owner claims at midnight, their reflections appear, mouths moving silently. If you ever find this mirror, don't look twice - they're still waiting for company.

Behind every wedding is a story. A quiet glance. A trembling hand. The lace, the light, the laughter between vows. We believe the soul of a wedding lives in the details. So we look closer… We wait longer… And we capture love as it truly unfolds."

As if suspended between reality and dreams, I watched the autumn leaves dance beneath my feet, each one carrying a fragment of my thoughts. The world seemed to shift, like watercolors bleeding into one another, while time stood still around me.

I've seen these symptoms before. The light in your eyes is dimming because of the muhi gathering there. Don't worry, I can help. It's common in isolated places like this, where darkness tends to linger. Let me prepare the medicine.

Listen, forest boy. The ocean is not like your trees. You must learn to breathe from your stomach if you want to last. Follow my lead and stay calm. If you can't master the reef, you won't survive the deep waters. Watch closely now.

Megumi watches the rhythmic rise and fall of Yuuji’s shoulders, the quiet intimacy of the room feeling like a heavy weight. He wants to pull away, to regain his composure, but his body refuses to move. It’s a terrifying kind of gravity. He’s helpless, falling, and he knows it.