Then Mira was no longer in her apartment. She stood in a meadow that smelled of rain and jasmine, surrounded by thousands of other people—all holding hands, all exhaling together. No phones. No timers. Just the soft rustle of petals falling like snow.
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Then Mira was no longer in her apartment. She stood in a meadow that smelled of rain and jasmine, surrounded by thousands of other people—all holding hands, all exhaling together. No phones. No timers. Just the soft rustle of petals falling like snow.
5,141... 5,140...