
What She kept in Her heart was a scroll of tales, a solitary city, and beings neither wholly real nor wholly illusory. Memories spread through Her spirit like ink in water, sometimes deepening, sometimes fading. Though years passed unceasingly, the past returned without warning, like a temple bell shattering sleep, like lingering mist coiling once more through the valleys.

Traces of Chroma
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