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Zenith’s Dream

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Zenith

Sleep did not take me. It claimed me. One moment, I was in our room, Alejandro’s presence warm beside me, his arm a steady anchor across my waist. The next… I was somewhere else.

There was no transition. No drifting and no fading. Just...there. The ground beneath my feet was not ground. It looked solid, smooth and endless. But when I shifted my weight, faint lines of light rippled outward beneath the surface, like something beneath it was… responding. As if alive or aware.

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