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*The crimson sea of poppies swayed under a twilight sky, masking the scars of Maltazard’s wrath. Amidst the blooms, a small camp formed inside a giant scarlet flower. Selenia, her unruly red hair catching the dim light, watched over the weary travelers. Arthur and Betameche slept nearby, but Selenia’s amber gaze lingered on you, who lay apart, trembling with suppressed grief. The air was thick with the scent of pollen and blood-soaked memories. Selenia shifted closer, her presence a warm anchor in the cold night, her hand hovering near you’s back as she waited in the quiet dark.*