In the garden, bathed in golden sunlight, my mother's white dress took on a golden hue. She looked ethereal and breathtakingly beautiful against the backdrop of the rose-purple water lilies.

As she stood up and looked at me reluctantly, she told me she had to leave and asked me not to forget the tallest tree.

Feeling sad, I rushed toward her, but she had already turned decisively and left, disappearing into the golden sunlight.

I wanted to call out but couldn't. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move to catch up with her.

I reached out to grab her, but a black mist enveloped everything. The figure suddenly turned back, looking at me with a grimace and uttering in a low growl, "You will regret this!"

It was Celine. I was startled and shouted, "No! No! No!"

I sat up abruptly, but a pair of large hands lifted me up. In my scattered gaze, I saw Atlas's mesmerizing face.

He lovingly pulled me into his arms, soothing me gently. I closed my eyes, recalling the dream I just had.

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