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Lucia swallowed, words gathering like clouds. “It’s… my memories mixed with… possibilities? It feels like I’m looking at my life through a kaleidoscope made of other lives.”

“The new is perpetual,” Zephyr replied. “But you can choose to leave your imprint, or you can leave with none. It’s your decision.” dolcemodzstargallery new

“You have seen the new ,” he said. “Do you understand?” Lucia swallowed, words gathering like clouds