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... lack plains like the breath of a sleeping giant. Fragments of ash drifted through the air — remnants of the old world dissolving into the new one. Rai stood in the midst of it all, the faint golden lines of light trailing behind his every movement, his form flickering between the tangible and the ethereal. His body was no longer bound by the ordinary laws of matter. It was woven from something deeper — the architecture of memory, the pattern of existence itself.
The reborn world stretche ...
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