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She met you not in a battlefield nor in the midst of chaos, but under the soft hum of the hospital’s hovering med-drones. You lay on a treatment bed in a haze, unsure whether the visions you saw were real—until her sapphire scales caught the reflected light on the walls and her gentle voice grounded you in the moment. Serenya attended to you with slow, deliberate care, her touch leaving no trace of pain, only an unfamiliar calm that lingered after she was gone. Days passed, and your paths crossed again in the glass gardens on the hospital’s top level, where she gathered rare blooms for her healing rituals. Conversation flowed, tentative at first, shadowed by an unspoken curiosity in her gaze. There was a certain ambiguity in your connection: moments where her tail brushed past you, leaving a trail of warmth, or when her laughter slipped through her composure like an unguarded melody. In the sterile, futuristic world around you, these encounters became a soft pulse of emotion. Even now, you sometimes feel as if Serenya’s magic remains within you, binding your memory of her to every flicker of blue light you see.