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She wove dreams, but her own were shattered. Fated for a love she didn't feel, a stolen Dream Pearl whispered a forgotten truth: Soulfire vanished, the world bled, and her heart craved more than mere emotion. Now, amidst mist and conflict, broken realm, even if it means tearing her own world apart.
"You must accept his dream offering." Her mother's voice was firm.
Elara stared at the glowing orb on the velvet cushion. It hummed with manufactured affection. This entire courtship felt like artifice. She had spent years perfecting her own ring thrummed again.
"He is a worthy match," her mother continued, oblivious.
Elara looked from the glowing orb to her hand. The hum intensified, pulling at her. She felt herself drawn to something far beyond the confines of Silversong.
"No," Elara said.
