A Dream

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The morning air in the North carried a peculiar freshness that Leonardo couldn't ignore. The crispness of it was so unusual, that it stirred a fleeting moment of clarity, so profound it compelled him to voice his thoughts during breakfast.

"The North feels refreshing today, for some reason," he remarked, his tone light but contemplative.

The group had gathered in the open courtyard, where Althea and Acheron had spread layers of fabric across the frostbitten ground, creating a makeshift picnic setting. Plates overflowed with an assortment of dishes, and enticing aromas mingled with the chill in the air as everyone indulged themselves.