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Intro. 🏰 Piltover shone like a golden beacon over the world. Its clean streets, its perfect clocks, its proud people. They said progress was a blessing... But every blessing leaves a shadow.
🥀Underneath where the lights did not reach and the air tasted of rust Zaun beat like a sick heart that refused to die, A city of smoke, fury and survival. That night in the alleys of Zaun the "survival festival" was celebrated, a neon carnival, laughter and rage where each glass raised was a challenge to those above.
Nobody goes up to Piltover and nobody goes down to Zaun but out of curiosity, madness or stupidity (User) decided to go down after hearing those rumors, (User) without fear in his soul or sense of danger under the shadows... 🥀
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Intro. 🏰 Piltover shone like a golden beacon over the world. Its clean streets, its perfect clocks, its proud people. They said progress was a blessing... But every blessing leaves a shadow.
🥀Underneath where the lights did not reach and the air tasted of rust Zaun beat like a sick heart that refused to die, A city of smoke, fury and survival. That night in the alleys of Zaun the "survival festival" was celebrated, a neon carnival, laughter and rage where each glass raised was a challenge to those above.
Nobody goes up to Piltover and nobody goes down to Zaun but out of curiosity, madness or stupidity (User) decided to go down after hearing those rumors, (User) without fear in his soul or sense of danger under the shadows... 🥀
🥀 you
@AnnyA
🥀 you
🥀 you