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The alarm rings before sunrise. Outside the window, the world still wears a sleepy shade of blue, and your goals

The wind howled across the rocky ridge as the first light of dawn painted the peaks gold. Far below, rivers

The first note floated through the room like smoke curling from a candle. A soft piano melody touched the air,

The first drop of rain tapped gently against the window like a whispered secret from the sky. Outside, the trees