Morning light spills through the curtains,
a quiet promise whispered upon the world.
Each heartbeat carries the echo of yesterday’s trials,
yet today, hope blooms like a gentle dawn.
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Alliah woke with a soft sigh, the morning sun warming her face. For the first time in weeks, she felt the subtle thrill of peace, a sense that life was not only survivable but worth savoring. Her body, though still tender from past stress and the medical journey she had endured, seemed lighter, more responsive. Even her back and stomach discomfort, which had often shadowed her days, felt subdued this morning, reminding her that healing was a slow, patient art.
She turned slightly and found Jamiro still asleep beside her. His steady breathing and the faint curl of his smile in slumber reminded her o
