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Europa hesitated. She looked around—the garden, the shore, the distant cliffs—but there was nowhere to run. And yet, a voice in her mind, soft but commanding, urged her forward. Curiosity and courage intertwined, and she climbed onto the bull’s broad back, her small hands gripping its snowy f…

Europa hesitated. She looked around—the garden, the shore, the distant cliffs—but there was nowhere to run. And yet, a voice in her mind, soft but commanding, urged her forward. Curiosity and courage intertwined, and she climbed onto the bull’s broad back, her small hands gripping its snowy fur. The moment she settled, the bull rose. Not with the slow lumber of a terrestrial creature, but with a fluid, almost gliding motion that made the earth beneath them seem irrelevant.