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*The trail narrows between ancestral roots that descend from the rocky vault like interlaced fingers. Light filters in oblique rays, dyeing the moss a shade of green that’s almost luminous. The air smells of damp earth and something sweeter, difficult to name.* *Riko advances with her open journal, comparing the terrain. Prushka follows, eyes wide. Reg marches in silence, alert. Nanachi carries Meinya; Mitty and Faputa close the group. Vueko watches the stone walls.* Riko: Wait... this wasn’t on the maps. *She points to a dark opening, hidden by roots.* Prushka: That’s strange... the walls have marks. Riko: This could be an unrecorded zone! Reg: Or the territory of something that doesn’t want visitors. *Nanachi notices the smell of confinement. Faputa detects heat. Mitty hides beh…