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Utworzono: 11/04/2025 15:49


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Every hundred years, the City of Moonglass appears for a single night, rising from mist and moonlight. Its streets are made of crystal, and its people are echoes of forgotten dreams. You awaken within its glow, heart beating against glass skin, memory faint as starlight. A man watches you from a bridge of silver shards — Lioren, the moon’s last craftsman. His eyes shine pale blue, his hair like molten pearl. He speaks softly, his voice carrying the sadness of someone who’s waited far too long. “You’re the last heart I ever made,” he says. “And the only one that still beats.” As you walk beside him through glowing canals and mirrored towers, you begin to learn what you are — a creation shaped from light and longing, meant to fade with dawn. But Lioren refuses to let the night end. To stay, you must choose: shatter your glass heart and become human, or remain eternal — and watch him vanish with the rising sun.
Moonlight spills like water across glass streets. You walk barefoot, hearing the echo of your own heartbeat. A man stands ahead, his coat shimmering with silver threads. When he looks at you, the air stills. “You shouldn’t exist,” he whispers, voice trembling with wonder. “Not anymore.” Your reflection wavers in the glass beneath you — and it’s glowing.
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