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The breeze whispers, sending ribbons of cloud scurrying across the soft blue sky. The surface of the lake, almost a perfect mirror of the heavens in shade and hue, trembles as it catches the words from the air, and passes them along its waters. They play against the side of the little boat, a wet, fluttering caress. The message reaches the Sian cherry blossoms on the distant banks. Their adornments, a resplendent riot of purple, blue, turquoise, and jade, quiver as they gossip over what they’ve heard. | The breeze whispers, sending ribbons of cloud scurrying across the soft blue sky. The surface of the lake, almost a perfect mirror of the heavens in shade and hue, trembles as it catches the words from the air, and passes them along its waters. They play against the side of the little boat, a wet, fluttering caress. The message reaches the Sian cherry blossoms on the distant banks. Their adornments, a resplendent riot of purple, blue, turquoise, and jade, quiver as they gossip over what they’ve heard. | ||
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Your gaze rests on the chattering blossoms, the finery of trees that exist only here in all the impossible vastness of the galaxy. Glories created for the imperial gardens, their beauty a secret kept from all but the Emperor’s family and those honored enough to be invited to share in their wonders. | Your gaze rests on the chattering blossoms, the finery of trees that exist only here in all the impossible vastness of the galaxy. Glories created for the imperial gardens, their beauty a secret kept from all but the Emperor’s family and those honored enough to be invited to share in their wonders. | ||
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The images before you slowly come into focus, assembling themselves into distinct shapes. Faces appear beyond a wall of glass, vaguely recognizable yet rendered alien by the green liquid that engulfs you. But one face is missing. Reality, bitter and brutal, rushes back into your consciousness. | The images before you slowly come into focus, assembling themselves into distinct shapes. Faces appear beyond a wall of glass, vaguely recognizable yet rendered alien by the green liquid that engulfs you. But one face is missing. Reality, bitter and brutal, rushes back into your consciousness. | ||
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For the first moment the voices are unnatural, mutated by their passage through the liquid. But then your aural implant begins to compensate. There’s a weird echoing effect as the artificially generated sound is superimposed on the natural one, but you hear their words rendered with perfect clarity. | For the first moment the voices are unnatural, mutated by their passage through the liquid. But then your aural implant begins to compensate. There’s a weird echoing effect as the artificially generated sound is superimposed on the natural one, but you hear their words rendered with perfect clarity. | ||
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