Shimmering tear in the fabric, a rift born of forgotten magic, swallowed Azalea whole. He tumbled from the crystalline exstorm, a comet of silver light streaking across the inky void, until he plunged through the bleak, storm-laden skies of Showlet Everdawn . He landed amidst jagged, obsidian mountains, his ethereal form momentarily dulled by the oppressive atmosphere, the air thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sorrow. Until, a whisper Who are you and what are you doing here?. He said
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24/09/2025