The sun rose over a world that had been reborn.I stood on the balcony of the palace, Seraphina in my arms, watching as the first light of dawn spread across the kingdom. The sky was painted in shades of gold and crimson and pink, a masterpiece of color that seemed to promise a future filled with hope. The city below was stirring, its people emerging from their homes, their faces lifted to the sky, their voices raised in songs of joy and gratitude.We had won. Not just a battle, not just a war, but the final victory. The first ones were gone—truly gone this time, transformed by Lyra's love, their darkness dissolved into light. The world was free."Look, Grandmother," Seraphina said, her tiny voice filled with wonder. She was three years old now, her golden eyes wide with curiosity, her dark hair blowing in the morning breeze. "The sun is so beautiful.""It is," I agreed, kissing her forehead. "Just like you."She giggled, a joyful sound that warmed my heart. "I'm not the sun, Grandmot
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