That morning held an oppressive quiet. I woke from a restless sleep, sweating and breathless, her image deeply imprinted in my mind. A woman of overwhelming beauty, with eyes black as the depths of night and chestnut hair caressing her shoulders. This was no ordinary dream. It was a visceral sensation, a fragment detached from another reality.
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