[Selene's Perspective]Five years later."Mommy, this flower smells so good!"My four-year-old daughter, Luna, ran to my side, holding a freshly picked jasmine flower."It does, sweetie." I set down my paintbrush and picked her up. "Do you like it?""I love it! It smells just like you."I smiled and kissed her little cheek.Cole came out of the house, holding our one-year-old son, River, in his arms."Are you finished?" he asked, walking over to my easel."Almost," I said, looking at the seascape on the canvas. "The sunset is especially beautiful today."Cole kissed the corner of my mouth."Your painting is even more beautiful."For the past five years, our life had been peaceful and happy.My paintings became more and more popular, while Cole focused on running his family business.Our two children were healthy and happy, and our love for each other only deepened.Sometimes, at night, I still had strange dreams.Dreams of a cliff, of darkness, and of a blurry man calling my name.But
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