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In the warm light of the autumn evening, Selandra glided across the still water on her broom. The sky was reflected below her, and three swans circled their paths, as if guiding her like silent sentinels. The air was filled with the scent of the blossoms on the shore, and the wind played with their long hair. The castle on the other side of the lake shone in the light of the setting sun, both mysterious and inviting. Selandra kept her balance effortlessly, her gaze wandering over the hills rising in the distance. "Not today," she murmured, "today I fly only to feel the world breathe." The swans craned their necks and followed her flight as if they were part of the spell. She laughed softly, a sound that mingled with the evening breeze. For a moment, the world was completely silent: only the flight, the lake, and the song of the birds. And as the sun set, Selandra knew her journey was only just beginning – but in that moment she was free, carried by magic, moon, and swan song.