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𝕮𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 ━━ 𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙍𝙔, 𝙀𝘼𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙎
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𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗞𝗬 is her limit as Selyn steps onto the citadel's roof the next morning.
The world is honey-covered, painted in this rare light that only exists in that strange time between night and day; and hazy sunlight dipped in gold is a warm caress on her face. The desert cools down dramatically over the night with only the stone to keep the day's heat and Selyn's breath forms little clouds before her face. The air is clear, so fresh and cold it almost hurts her lungs as she inhales deeply.
Sol city is silent, all the sparkling roofs lie peacefully, as if still slumbering. The world seems to be slower, like a drowsy cat opening one watchful eye, waiting for something to happen. Hesitating to break this magic spell of peace tainting every second. Time is frozen, as if some celestial being takes every moment and stretches it into eternity.
