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... ne of living flame and crystallized architecture, rising from the blackened plains like a god's fever dream. The closer Kuro and Aya came, the less the air resembled air; it shimmered and warped, saturated with particles of consciousness, fragments of memory suspended in light. The city pulsed. It breathed. It remembered.
Aya slowed her pace, every step heavy under the unseen gravity that emanated from the heart of the metropolis. The ground beneath her boots wasn't soil anymore. It was ...
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