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The dream shifted again, as they always did, but with a vivid, visceral intensity I had never felt before. I was now standing on one of the crystal islands, the ground vibrating with a low, musical hum. I pictured a bridge of liquid glass stretching to the next island, and it appeared before me, solid and shimmering. I was a shaper, a dreamer in my own reality. dndm_in_my_dreams_wildest_dream
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