Perhaps Elena had been just one person all along...
As this thought surfaced, the entire world within the dream began to collapse.
The rustle of turning pages sounded, drawing closer from afar.
"Salia, close your eyes. No imagining."
An elderly, kindly voice rang out. His face was deeply wrinkled, and he wore a pure white robe.
A breeze swept in, stirring the pages by the window.
The girl's curly black hair fluttered. She slowly closed her eyes, a smile on her lips.
Suddenly, a piece of candy appeared on the desk.
The white-robed old man sighed with helpless affection.
He picked up the candy from the desk and handed it to the little girl named Salia.
"Remember, Salia. Sometimes, abilities that set you apart from ordinary people can make life easier, but they can also help push you into the abyss..."
A joyful smile lit up the little girl's face. Whether she had taken his words to heart or not, she skipped away into the breeze.
The old man stroked his curly beard, shook his head, and sighed.
He sat at the desk, pinned the pages down with the side of his hand, and picked up a fountain pen from the other side.
"-To my dear Salia,
From the moment you were born, heaven bestowed greater favor upon you. Perhaps that is a blessing, or perhaps it will become the source of every calamity.
Please do not worry too much about things that have yet to happen.
Perhaps things will take a turn for the better, and everything will work out for the best.
But before then, I hope above all that you can learn to control your power properly.
Remember, when you close your eyes, no imagining.
Anything and everything you imagine could come true."
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