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“I didn’t say goodbye…”
“You didn’t have to, my child. Goodbyes are for those who doubt they’ll meet again.”
“I didn’t say it to her… She’s my friend.”
“Ah, friendship. Such fragile threads mortals weave. Still—perhaps she will return. The fae have their own designs, their own magic… wild and untamed. Not something you or I should touch.”
—A long silence—
A weary breath. “Why does it hurt so much?”
“Because pain is the language of change. It tells you that something inside you is waking. Growth is never gentle, Mu’kan. The world moves forward, and we must move with it—or be left behind.”
“Is that why I’m so tired?”
“Yes, my dear. Your spirit is reshaping itself, preparing for what’s to come. Rest now. Let go of what was—no one can follow us where you’re going.
Sleep, my precious Mu’kan. You are safe with me. I will watch over you… as I always have.”
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