Author's POVJem did not know he was dreaming.That was the strange part. There was no moment of confusion, no blurry edges, no feeling of unreality. Everything was simply there — present and clear and vivid in a way that ordinary dreams never were.He was standing in an open space that had no name and no era.Not ancient. Not modern. Just vast and still, the way a place feels when time has decided not to apply to it. The ground beneath his feet was solid. The air carried a warmth that had no source. Above him, the sky was neither day nor night — just a deep, luminous quiet, like the moment between one breath and the next.And in the distance, there was a figure.Tall. Still. Dressed in robes that belonged to no specific century — heavy fabric, deep in color, moving slightly though there was no wind.Jem looked at the figure.And the figure turned.The face was not his own.But it carried something of him. Something in the line of the jaw. Something deep in the eyes — a particular ste
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