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... uspended in the void between stabilized timelines, it floated like a wound—bleeding starlight and fragmented songs of dead gods. Petals whispered forgotten prayers. Trees bloomed with divine corpses. Vines carried echoes of doctrines long unspoken. It was a place where memory decayed into fertility and paradox became soil.
Liora walked ahead, barefoot, her blindfold shimmering with residual fate. The Fourth Flame’s voice was a whisper behind thought.
"This i ...
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