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ARAYAH.

In the hallowed corridors of the palace, I couldn't help but notice the shifting demeanor of Meredith, like a dark cloud casting its shadow over her once vibrant spirit. Her actions grew increasingly erratic, her words laced with venomous undertones that cut through the air like a poisoned blade. But as I bore witness to her descent into bitterness, an unexpected transformation took place within me.

I found myself no longer invested in the nuances of her behavior. The petty games she played, the words she spat in futile attempts to tarnish my name, they no longer held any sway over my emotions. A sense of detachment settled upon me, like a protective armor shielding me from the arrows of her spite. The venom she exuded bounced off me, leaving me untouched and unaffected.

It wasn't apathy that consumed me, but rather a newfound strength that rose from the depths of my being. The realization dawned upon me that I held power over my own reactions, that I had the ability to rise