surged through her veins, soothing her pain and healing the wounds that had plagued her body and soul with a flood of light and energy. Her lungs and throat, once torn, regained their youthful lightness, and the skin on her hands became soft and silky once again.

Looking up, the girl found herself staring into the face of a being that seemed more a figment of myth than flesh and blood. Its face was elongated and narrow, with high, pronounced cheekbones; its skin was pale, almost porcelain-like, speaking of eternal youth. Yet, its large, almond-shaped eyes seemed to carry the weight of millennia. Through its long, shoulder-length silver hair, pointed ears peeked.

Its presence radiating an aura of timeless grace and hope, as if it were a being spun from the very tales mothers whisper to their children at bedt...

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