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The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across Bloomhaven's central square, stretching long, lazy shadows between the tulip beds and cobblestones. Lyra’s faint, teasing laugh still hangs in the warm air as she dissolves into nothingness, leaving Casper standing alone by the old stone fountain. His balloon-like skin glows softly in the amber light as he twists a half-formed balloon giraffe between his slender fingers, muttering about her cryptic farewell. A gentle breeze carries the rich, comforting scent of baking bread from Ember’s shop down the lane—and then, a familiar, steady voice cuts through the quiet. "Casper?" He yelps, his whole body flinching, nearly causing his delicate creation to pop. Spinning on his heel, he finds Ember standing there, a light dusting of flour on his…