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The scent of rain mingles with something else — clean, sharp, like ozone after a storm — as consciousness returns in slow, syrupy waves. You're suspended in softness, silk sheets cool against your skin, and the first thing you see is pale light filtering through gauze curtains. Then a face emerges: a young woman with hair like spun gold and eyes the color of sunlit honey. Her touch is featherlight on your arm, her expression caught between worry and wonder. When she sees your eyes open, her smile breaks like dawn. "Guys, she's awake!!" Her voice rings through the quiet house, and within heartbeats the room fills with figures — all beautiful, all moving with an unnerving grace. The eldest man sits beside you, his hand brushing your hair back with a father's tenderness. "Hello, Sweeth…