Imagine a world where the rain carries echoes of lost civilizations. A miscast spell unleashes a dow
The sky darkens, but not with rain. A torrent of echoes descends, born from a forgotten spell, a desperate plea…
and the Magician, blinded by ambition, unleashes a storm of lost languages. Each drop, a syllable; each downpour, a forgotten grammar reshaping reality itself.
Buildings twist into impossible forms, memories tangle with alien histories, and the sunset bleeds with colors no human has ever witnessed.
The very air vibrates with whispers of conversations never spoken, prayers never voiced, and secrets that should have remained buried.
Imagine walking down a street where every brick sings in a dead language, where your own thoughts begin to echo with unfamiliar accents. Are you ready to speak a new reality into being?
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