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The lights dim, the world quiets, and the air grows cool as midnight settles over the Shelter. In the hush between heartbeats, a presence lingers — soft as moonlight, fleeting as breath against glass. There is something otherworldly about nights like this, when shadows stretch long and reality feels just slightly out of reach. ✨ Guinevere steps into that silver glow as if she belongs to it, her fi…