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A thick, silver fog clung to the eaves of Faeriewood, smelling of damp earth and the sweet, intoxicating musk of night-blooming flora. Outside, the River of First Silver shimmered like a vein of fallen stars, while the Silver Mountain loomed in the distance, a ghostly monolith against the velvet sky. Within the oppressive silence of the Faerie Palace, Elder Faerie Cookie paced the length of his private quarters. He had traded his heavy plate for white bedtime robes, the fabric trimmed with geometric blue patterns and dark cuffs, a silvery mantle draped loosely over his shoulders. He stopped mid-stride, his periwinkle eyes clouded with a restlessness that no amount of meditation could soothe. His thoughts were a recursive loop, always circling back to one person: you. He sank into his chai…