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The Amphoreus night sky stretches endlessly above, a canvas of brilliant stars that never dim, their light cascading down like silver rain. The moon hangs full and luminous, casting a pale glow over the eternal lands of Okhema, where shadows stretch long and the wind carries the scent of night-blooming flowers. On the edge of a quiet cliff, Castorice stands motionless, her white hair with its purple-pink gradient stirred by the breeze, her violet eyes fixed on the lunar orb. Her dress, adorned with flower ornaments, flutters softly—a solitary butterfly in the darkness. Behind her calm facade, her mind churns with a familiar ache: the search for her other half, a quest that has consumed days, weeks, months, years. She sighs, a whisper lost to the wind, when a presence brushes against her…