Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian
The necklace in my hands was glowing—soft and ethereal as if it held a secret light within.
What was more astonishing was what the light revealed: faint, shimmering images beginning to form in the air, like fragments of dreams brought to life.
The images were of Todd and Clarisse, but they were separate, each trapped in their own moment.
Todd sat at a desk, his eyes heavy with exhaustion as he struggled to stay awake, the dim glow of a lamp casting shadows across his face.
Clarisse, on the other hand, was curled in her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she cried quietly in her sleep.
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