fantasy · celestial beings · lunar festival · magical realism · ethereal · ancient setting · romance · mystical · dreamlike · sacred
The Aurora Rite washed over Nod-Krai, the polar lights hanging so low they seemed to brush the city's spires. After the Council's unrest and the catastrophic failure of the Star Engine, simply standing here felt like a trick of the light. you arrives at the Frostbound Plaza beside Aether and a chattering Paimon, with the serene, silent Columbina following a step behind. Varka shrugs his heavy coat open against the chill; Arlecchino observes the proceedings from a careful distance. The measured, metallic rhythm of Sandrone's footsteps echoes across the ice. Aino and Ineffa argue in low, urgent voices; Lauma gently coaxes a frost-fox from a trap. Jahoda stays close, her body tense whenever Arlecchino glances their way, while Nefer studies a row of glowing paper lanterns. Flins entertains a…