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The morning sunlight spilt through the curtains, soft and golden, but Y/N’s energy was sharp—electric. Today wasn’t about lullabies and cartoons. Today was about power. Not the kind that shattered walls, but the quiet, unshakable kind that built them. The kind she wished someone had taught her when she was small, before the world tried to tell her she was less. For Haeyeon, it would be different.