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She saw herself standing at the edge of a golden dune, the wind shaping her hair into spirals. Misty was there, kneeling, a delicate instrument in hand, listening for the faintest echo of water beneath the sand. She felt the heat of the sun on her skin, the grit between her toes, but also the cool, sweet taste of discovery when Misty tapped a hidden spring and water burst forth, sparkling like liquid crystal. The moment was raw, beautiful, and a little painful—Misty’s eyes brimmed with tears of relief, and Mandy felt a surge of protectiveness she had never known for anyone outside her own family.

When the tunnel finally released them, the two girls found themselves standing on each other’s homeworlds, eyes wide, breaths shallow. momswap240101mandywatersandmistymeaner link