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Her eyes fluttered open in discomfort. The weight on her chest pressed into her bones, making it hard to breathe. She struggled to fully wake, only to meet a pair of reflective hazel eyes staring back at her. She gasped. “You scared me!! Are you trying to kill me?! Get off me,” she snapped. “How did you even get in? The door was closed— wasn’t it?” The door was slightly open. She hurried over and yanked it wider, calling out, “Ben, come get this cat out of the house. How many times do I…-
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Her eyes snapped open, like a deer caught in headlights. She looked around, then at what was in front of her, coming to the conclusion that if this was the trial, she had no hope. “Are you okay? Can you finish?” the woman who had woken her asked, her tone full of concern. “I... I, uh... cough cough... I’m fine,” Ava replied, not moving her gaze from the desk. The woman, with a pass hanging from her neck, continued, “There’s still about thirty minutes…” Ava interrupted her. “I will…
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“Ding! Hello, player Ava. You’ve been chosen as a player of ‘Starry Night,’ a realistic game consisting of ten levels, offering a once-in-a-lifetime experience. At exactly 3:00 AM, you’ll be sent to the game’s world for your first level. Before officially starting, the system will explain the game mechanics, which you can also access later through the virtual display panel.” Ava, the player in question, was holding a bowl in her hand, looking dumbfounded as the words on the newly appeared…
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"Philosophy... classical arrangements..." A slender finger trailed across rows of leather-bound books. Her toes lifted slightly as she tiptoed in a small flicker of excitement. Her white lace dress brushed softly against her legs, its shadow dancing over the wooden floor in muted gray. His books are definitely.. boring, as expected. "And..." Her finger paused over a book slightly thicker than the rest, wrapped in dark leather. Gold letters glimmered faintly on its spine, catching her eye. A book…-
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Soft hushes of footsteps closed in on the chill of night, stirring the gentle mare who knew the sound of her master. She lifted her head, hooves shifting softly against the straw, and stood by the barn door, waiting behind the wooden gate. The horizon was untouched by light, too early for many to start their day, but not for her master. The person she waited for finally appeared. A hand reached for her cheek, warm and familiar. With a gentle caress, her master greeted her. "Good morning, Shuen." The mare…
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The night was eerily cold for spring. Wind howled through the gaps of the old barn, threading itself between splintered beams and warped planks, singing a lullaby of nightmares for the man lying on the hay. His dark hair was disheveled, soaked in blood and sweat. Yet it wasn't the pain of torn flesh that pierced him. It was the quiet, gnawing lullaby from within. The sound of devastation. The sound of regret. "Flee, my Lord." No. I am dispensable. "We shall protect Her Highness." And she is…
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A single sheet of paper curled into the fire, its inked words surrendering to the consuming red. The flames reflected in Johannes's deep blue eyes, their dance holding him in a gaze he did not break. Yet the heat they radiated felt neither warmer than the fire nor colder than the drizzles of spring pattering on the window. This morning, a courier delivered a sealed memo stamped with the insignia of High Command. Inside was an information he had known bound to happen. Operation Helios is estimated to…
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"We've found the survivors, sir." The smell of that night was a mix of ash, iron, and blood. The humid soil of a spring night, heavy beneath the moon, discoloring . Johannes turned toward the voice. The soldier's face was shadowed, his rifle glinting faintly under the fractured light. "We await your order, Major Eisenwald." A pause. "Should we kill them?" His soldier stood, awaiting for his command. The wind roars, carrying the faint sound of something fragile. The rhythm of time faltered. What…
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She blooms from the depths of human depravity. For some, she is a symbol of defiance; for many, she is damnation. She holds two identities: Light and shadow, A victim and an executioner. Yet for one man, she has always been the embodiment of both. A single sin he continues to bear. A single dissonance he wishes to undo. Can one undo a sin? Can one overcome pain? Can we find the soul in every human beings and choose love? This is a story of life where differences separate rather than unite. It is a…
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Sometimes I dream of a gentler world, one painted in warm soft greens, cradled beneath the hush of a lonely night. It is tender, yet heart-wrenching. Out of tune, and still beautiful in its hollow way. I wonder, do you dream of the same colors as I do? ***** Reina woke to the sound of a knock on her door. "It is morning, Your Majesty." Knock... knock... She knew that on the third knock, the door would open regardless of her reply. As always, her attendant Ann and her caretaker Chiyo would enter to…
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"Greetings, Miss Talia. I am here to pick up Her Majesty." A deep voice cut through the warm hum of the hotel lobby. Sena's heels came to a gentle halt on the polished floor as she lifted her gaze. The man before her, a Seiryan, bowed with precision. He wore a dark western suit, broad-shouldered, hair black as midnight, eyes sharp with a quiet dignity. The first moment Sena met him, she knew he was no ordinary attendant. He was the queen's shield, a man whose life was pledged to the crown. Sena had…
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The blue ocean engulfed me, a constant stream spiraling down into my soul. Whether his words were a genuine question or a provocation, she could no longer tell. "Why stand again on the soil that handed you over like an offering?" From a diplomatic standpoint, Reina owed him no answer. But instinct slipped through the cracks of her composure, stirring something raw beneath her ribs. Johannes von Eisenwald was a master tactician, a brutal man. The son of the general who toppled the monarchy and…
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People say the first memory that surfaces when you think of someone is the truest reflection of how you feel about them. So why the first thing that comes to my mind was the sound of a melody that misses its half-second beat? ***** "What is that? It sounds like you missed a note," she said. The piano sang softly in the half-lit room, a tune that wandered off from its own rhythm. A young man sat before the keys, his golden hair slightly disheveled, as though the night had leaned too close. Beside him…
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The door shut behind Lucien with a muted thud, the sound reverberating in the stillness like the closing of a tomb. Seraphine’s throat felt raw, as though she had torn something loose in herself with those words. She sat frozen, fingers knotted tightly in the folds of her blanket, eyes stinging though no tears fell. The bright morning sunlight spilling across the floor felt cruel, as if the world outside dared to continue when hers had cracked down the middle. Was she regretting her decision? Perhaps.…-
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Isolde’s lips parted, her face draining of what little color remained. Edmund’s lips pressed into a thin line, disbelief flickering in his eyes. “What do you mean?” His voice was harsh, almost a demand. Seraphine drew a breath, steadying her words though her chest shuddered. “Only yesterday, from the evening on. I started to feel weird and then… I only remember a few names, perhaps. But the rest…” She swallowed, her voice breaking to a whisper. “Gone.” The silence that followed was…
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Seraphine’s eyelids fluttered open to sunlight spilling across the canopy. For a long moment, she lay still, disoriented, her mind catching up with the fact that she was in bed at all. She wondered if everything was a dream, thinking she was awake now. And yes, she was. Everything that happened before was not a dream, nor a nightmare. She was not hallucinating either. She had really transmigrated into a new world. A story? Perhaps. She no longer knew. But with the clarity of this new day, she confirmed…
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