In the quiet of night, I often dream of someone I've never met—a blurred face, a fleeting presence. But I feel her, as if our souls are already entwined. I wonder if she's the one I've been searching for... I stir, eyes flickering open. In the darkness, another presence lies beside me. I must be dreaming still. What are you doing so close, Dream Girl? I chuckle softly. She turns to face me, her features now in focus, not blurred as usual. She stares at me, wide-eyed. I freeze. Is this real?
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