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Sweet dreams are made of thisMarilyn Manson1:49 ————•————————𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

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Sweet dreams are made of this
Marilyn Manson
1:49 ————•————————
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈













𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔...
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𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓





























𝑱𝒐𝒗𝒊 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 through a dense forest, the trees towering above her like ancient sentinels. Snow blanketed the ground, crunching softly beneath her boots, while her long cloak swayed around her ankles. She felt the chill biting her skin, but the cold didn't bother her. It was the quiet that unsettled her — the kind of quiet that hinted at something waiting, watching.

She walked deeper into the woods, her breath visible in the icy air, until she noticed a flicker of light in the distance. A fire.

Drawn to it, Jovi followed the glow, her heart beating faster with each step. Soon, she reached a clearing where a fire blazed at the center, its warmth licking at the night. Around it stood a circle of women, their dark cloaks and shadowed faces illuminated by the flames. A coven.

At the head of the group stood a striking woman with long blonde hair, her features sharp and her presence commanding. Her voice, smooth and laced with a British accent, carried through the clearing as she addressed two young girls standing before her.

"My daughter, Jennifer," the woman said, her tone both proud and solemn. "Today, you take your first steps into the circle. Alongside you, Sofia, your chosen sister in spirit."

Jovi felt her stomach twist at the name Jennifer. She squinted at the two girls—one blonde like the leader, with striking blue eyes, and the other Latina, her dark hair braided back, her hands trembling slightly as she clasped them before her. Both girls radiated a mix of nervousness and determination.

The coven leader held up a small vial of shimmering liquid, uncorking it with a steady hand. She anointed her daughter's forehead with a single drop, then turned to Sofia, repeating the action.

"You are bound by blood and by power," the leader said, her voice rising with the firelight. "The circle welcomes you, Jennifer. The circle welcomes you, Sofia. You are one of us."

Jovi's breath caught in her throat. Jennifer. The name echoed in her mind, growing louder and louder until it consumed every other thought. This wasn't just any Jennifer—this was her mother.

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