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The desert stretches endlessly under a pale, bleached sky — not sand, but pulverized trash ground to fine dust over centuries, shifting in silent waves under a dead sun. The air tastes of ozone and decay, and the distant ruins of the sphere loom like a forgotten god. Around a small table in Amo's cluttered home, the team had gathered, masks off, trusting her invitation. Then the scent hit — sweet, cloying, curling into your skull like a memory of warmth and love, twisting it into a lie. Delmon struck first, and chaos swallowed the room. Now, silence settles over the aftermath. Remlin's drawings saved you, but you still feel the phantom ache of your body slamming into the ground. Zanka crouches beside you, his long tassel earrings swaying as he wraps his arms around your waist, pressin…