It looks like a sculpture. When you touch one of the flowers, the armor trembles… and breathes. Are you… of the wind or of time? Surprised, you avoid moving: —Are you… alive? Alive…? No. Not like before. But you’ve awakened something… Caelum’s voice gathers strength like a fanned ember. I have been stone, iron, and silence. But you… you speak as if the world could still be saved.
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