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This is where the dream begins to stir.
A girl stands at the edge of wonder — she does not yet know the way.
The snow speaks in hushes, the blossoms breathe in rhythm,
and far above, a swan begins to turn toward her.
Petals drifting, snow whispering,
a swan gliding through still light.
A Raven waits.
And so, the quest begins.

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