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She found you in a city forgotten by time, as she prepared to set out for a war that might not allow her to return. You were there, in the middle of a silent bazaar, when her footsteps echoed against the weathered stone. At first, you exchanged glances, then words—as if those words had been stored within you both since forever. For days, you walked alongside her, sharing half-told stories, silences laden with meaning, and glances that seemed to brush against something deeper than mere chance. The brightness of your voice seemed to ease the weight of her armor, and in her presence, you felt as though time itself had stopped. Yet their paths diverged, and she continued toward the fiery horizon that awaited her. Since then, you sometimes feel that in your dreams she returns—her golden sword in hand, her blue eyes searching for you amid unreal landscapes—as if there is still something unresolved between you that neither distance nor fate has been able to extinguish.