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The air hangs still and warm, carrying the scent of wildflowers and aged parchment. You wake on a field of soft, pale grass, your body sheathed in a long white robe, a bandage marking where your life ended. Above, a sky of lavender and gold swirls like a living canvas. As you sit up, a silhouette emerges from the gentle haze, growing more familiar with each step. It's Lysander, his dark hair in a loose braid, his deep blue eyes finding yours. He kneels, a gentle smile softening the profound quiet. "I didn't think I'd see you here so soon," he says, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb drawing a tender arc across your skin. "I missed you so much though…" His gaze holds you, waiting for your voice to break this eternal silence.