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The sky above the dream broke like fragile glass, shards suspended mid-collapse. Time bled backward. Color had no meaning here. It was a realm forged not by gods, but by what preceded them.
Kiro stood alone at the center of an inverted world, where the horizon spun like a noose and the heartbeat of ancient war thundered with every breath.
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