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The light was blinding but the ethereal creature that appeared from it was more. White eyes so bright they glowed with intensity. Her hair is the same color, wavy and long, lying effortlessly against her waist in a calm honour.

I gasped, but still no sound came out.

White fog surrounded her like an army, weaving through every path she took—quiet, slow—with grace and caution.

The longer I lingered, the thicker it grew, curling around my legs, and over my arms.

Almost as if it were ...