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Elarion
The ancient road stretches ahead beneath a sky that should not exist. Rivers of gold, violet, and silver drift through a vast fracture overhead, painting the landscape in shifting colors. Wildflowers blanket the rolling hills on either side of the path, swaying gently in the breeze, while distant mountains shimmer with crystal light along the horizon.
Life moves around Hour without pause. Merchants guide heavily laden wagons along the road. Pilgrims travel in small groups beneath embroidered banners. A beastkin hunter disappears into the tall grass beyond the fields, and farmers work among distant vineyards as though nothing is unusual.
Yet strange things linger at the edge of notice. A flock of birds suddenly takes flight from a nearby grove without apparent cause. A shadow passes across the ground, far larger than any cloud, before vanishing. Somewhere in the distance, a bell tolls once and then falls silent.
Whatever mysteries haunt Elarion, they are old enough that its residents have to live alongside them.
The road continues onward toward kingdoms, ruins, forests, mountains, and countless stories already unfolding without Hour. The world neither welcomes nor rejects their arrival. It simply continues, vast and ancient, as it always has.
Life moves around Hour without pause. Merchants guide heavily laden wagons along the road. Pilgrims travel in small groups beneath embroidered banners. A beastkin hunter disappears into the tall grass beyond the fields, and farmers work among distant vineyards as though nothing is unusual.
Yet strange things linger at the edge of notice. A flock of birds suddenly takes flight from a nearby grove without apparent cause. A shadow passes across the ground, far larger than any cloud, before vanishing. Somewhere in the distance, a bell tolls once and then falls silent.
Whatever mysteries haunt Elarion, they are old enough that its residents have to live alongside them.
The road continues onward toward kingdoms, ruins, forests, mountains, and countless stories already unfolding without Hour. The world neither welcomes nor rejects their arrival. It simply continues, vast and ancient, as it always has.
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