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• HUMAN WORLD
• CRUELLA
• The human world smelled different—of wet earth, of smoke from chimneys, of the soft, lingering perfume of flowers in early bloom. Even before I fully materialized, I could feel it—the subtle hum of lives untouched by our battles, unaware of the power struggles, the lies, the bloodshed that had consumed Greenville. It was a quiet world, fragile and beautiful, and yet it had its own stories of pain.