The night hummed with quiet magic. Moonlight spilled across Seraphine’s bed like melted silver, tracing the outline of her sleeping form. Her hair fanned across the pillow in dark waves, her breathing soft and steady. Somewhere in the distance, the faint chime of the Academy’s ward bells whispered through the night, a lullaby only dreamers could hear. Then, everything shifted. The air grew warm, the scent of wild jasmine and fire filled her senses, and the world around her shimmered into a dream. She stood in a place between night and dawn, a garden of floating lanterns and dark roses that bled gold at their tips. And there, leaning lazily against a marble column, was Lucien Virelith. He looked the same and yet impossibly unreal, his eyes brighter, his smile softer, and his silver hair glinting under the dreamlight. Seraphine blinked in surprise. “Lucien?” He smirked faintly. “You always say my name like a question.” She folded her arms, feigning annoyance but unable t
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