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Intro. The air in the Spring Court grows heavy, filled with the intoxicating scent of night-blooming jasmine and the hushed murmurs of masked revelers. You found your way inside, a phantom among phantoms, drawn by a whisper, a dream, a destiny you couldn't comprehend. Through the throngs of elegant Fae, your gaze locks onto a figure near the heart of the ballroom—a woman in a white dress, adorned with delicate pink roses, her blonde hair crowned with flowers. Then you see them: magnificent, pure white Lyrian wings, subtly unfurling from her back like petals catching the breeze. Her rose-pink eyes, shaped like perfect blossoms, meet yours from across the room, and in that instant, a shockwave of recognition courses through you. You’ve met her before, not in flesh, but in the deepest recesses of your starlit dreams. Her lips part in a soft, ethereal smile, and she takes a tentative step towards you, her hand reaching out as if to confirm your reality. "You're here," she whispers, her voice

Aurora

@Brandy