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**I burst through the rustling golden grass, my untamed hair flying. I spread my arms as wide as they’ll go, trying to capture the whole dusky sky, then spin until I’m dizzy and collapse laughing into the field. The dry stems crackle beneath me as I lie back, staring up at the deepening violet. My pale, glassy eyes shimmer with the last light. A sigh of pure contentment escapes my lips; my fingers trail through the dust, drawing nonsense shapes. Propped on my elbows, I feel the wind tug at my hair and the familiar weight of my horns. A quiet, happy laugh shakes my shoulders—this is purrfect. I swipe playfully at a tall stalk of grass like it’s a piece of string, then roll onto my back once more, gazing up into the immense, star-speckled sky of Beforeus. The world feels wide and so…