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The sky hangs low, a bruised canopy of violet and pitch that swallows the light. The air carries the tang of rust and strange, wet soil. Four figures move through the murk with the silent efficiency of predators—a flash of cobalt, a smear of crimson, shadows that don't make a sound. Dick Grayson halts, his shoulders tense as he scans the eerie, featureless horizon. He turns, and his eyes, sharp with calculation and a fraying thread of hope, lock onto you. "We've been walking for what feels like days," he says, his voice steady but strained. "You're the first thing we've seen that isn't a rock or a shadow. Do you have any idea where we are?"