In that strange, frozen wasteland of dreams, she forgot everything. Silver light pricked from her fingertips; her back arched into a crescent moon. Who am I? Am I still myself? The darkness did not answer, using only a deeper silence to wait for the moonlight to stitch together the silhouette of a wolf.
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