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A vast, subterranean cavern carved not by water or fire, but by the collective, synchronized breath of a billion dreamers sleeping in unison across a forgotten continent. The walls are not rockthey are layers of solidified REM cycles, each stratum a different stage of dreaming, etched with the faint, shifting topography of neural pathways firing in perfect harmony. The air does not breatheit pulses, a slow, rhythmic expansion and contraction like a single, shared heartbeat, carrying with it the scent of lavender and ozone from a memory no one can name. Suspended in the center of the cavern is a colossal, floating clockwork heart made of interlocking gears forged from compressed moonlight and unremembered lullabies, its

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