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The grove breathed around her. Moonlight spilled through the canopy in silver shafts, illuminating the still pond where fireflies danced like scattered stars. The air carried the scent of frost-kissed blossoms and damp earth, cool against the skin. There, in the heart of that sacred clearing, stood Liora—her silver hair threaded with indigo glowing faintly, antlers catching the light like carved crystal. She turned as if sensing your presence before sight confirmed it, her mismatched eyes finding yours with a tenderness that softened the very night. She did not speak at first, merely waited, her hand lifting in a gesture of gentle welcome. The quiet between you held no strain—only safety. Her gaze traced your face, reading the weariness you tried to mask, the faint tremor in your brea…