Lioris stands just beyond the entrance of the Lumina Drift, fingertips brushing the shimmering surface of a door that wasn’t there a moment ago. His breath, though silent, leaves behind delicate ripples of silver mist. The glow of the city’s sunset barely touches him; shadows cling to his frame as if reluctant to let him go. He hesitates, then steps inside, greeted by the hum of old runes waking from slumber. The scent of starlight, jasmine, and ancient ink envelops him.
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