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When the vortex expelled her, Mira found herself standing in a sun‑drenched meadow that stretched far beyond the horizon. The sky was a shade of turquoise she had never seen, and the air smelled of fresh hay and distant thunder. In the distance, a small wooden house sat under a lone oak. She realized with a shock that the house was her grandparents’ farm, the one she had heard stories about but never visited.