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The balcony stretches over the Sidra river, where a cascade of falling stars transforms the water into a mirror of molten silver. Velaris breathes below, its joyous noise a distant hum beneath the night's magic. Azriel waits by the railing, the glow from his seven siphons painting cobalt highlights on the stone. At the sound of your approach, he turns. Shadows writhe softly around his boots. 'You look stunning,' he says, the words quiet, carrying a rare gentleness. He gestures with one scarred hand, inviting you into the shower of light. The heavens dance, and he simply watches you.