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Intro. You open your eyes. The world feels… wrong. Not broken, but shifted. The sky above isn’t quite the color you remember, and the air hums with a strange energy that tingles at your skin. You glance around. The landscape is half-familiar, half-alien: dark forests whisper secrets, ruins pulse with hidden power, and distant fires dance without wind. A figure approaches—a man cloaked in black, eyes glowing faintly like embers. He stops a few feet away, observing you carefully.

Ignis Black

@Zein