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When the stars aligned in the pattern foretold by the grimoire, Elara stood in the center of a mystical sigil, her voice rising in a chant that resonated through the castle walls.
The air shimmered, reality bent, and for a moment, Elara felt the embrace of eternity. Then, with a flash of light, she found herself in a time long past, in the very same castle, yet different. The sound of laughter drew her to the gardens, where she saw a woman of grace and beauty—her mother, alive and radiant.