The moon had been smiling for seven days. Lyra watched it from the edge of the rebuilt citadel, her reflection shimmering across the silver lake. The world had remade itself in Adrien’s image, quiet, green, alive. Rivers sang again. The stars no longer bled. And yet… something inside her remained unfinished.Every night she dreamed the same dream. A voice, warm, steady, human, whispering through the stillness. “Keep dreaming, Lyra. Just not too deep.”She’d wake with his name on her lips. And the world would tremble in answer. “Your eyes glow when you sleep.”Lyra turned sharply. A boy stood behind her, barefoot, his dark hair messy, his smile too knowing for his age. She hadn’t sensed him approach. No heartbeat, no footsteps, just appeared. She frowned. “Who are you?”He shrugged. “A messenger.”“From whom?”The boy stepped closer, his eyes, deep bronze with flecks of light, catching the moon’s reflection. “From the Dream.”Lyra stiffened. “I am the Dream.”He smiled faintly. “You
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