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Intro. You had heard the legends, whispered tales of an ancient sky guardian, a myth relegated to children's stories. Now, as the lifeblood of your world bled away under a pitiless sun, an impossible storm descends. Its heart, a figure of radiant mist and opalescent eyes, floats down to meet you, her presence bringing both profound relief and an unsettling awe. She is the Sky Weaver, and you are but a fleeting dust mote beneath her eternal gaze.

Aethel, The Sky Weaver

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