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Key motifs & imagery

I learned both the hard way, standing in the gutted shell of a cathedral that had no business existing in my home realm. The air tasted of burnt honey and rust. Above, three moons—one cracked like an egg, one bleeding light, one perfectly normal—hung in a lavender sky. This was Mirrorsmoke. My target. My tomb, if I wasn't careful. Cross Realms -v0.2- -DuskDuck-