The southward expanse unfolds—a horizon with neither end nor edge. At its heart lies Omega, where whispered winds ink the sky with prophetic stars.
Our beloved cynosure, ensnared in autumnal allure. Boughs arch with fruit of sapphire; days dance in dusk-light, rendering solace in tumult.
Drawing maps is folly; yet here, entrails of journeys offer limbs to heroes unmade. To the east, an ephemeral bridge sprawls across Silent Shadows—a resting place for those who surrender to night.
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And as paths diverge, listen, for beneath the cries of distant shores lies the lament of forgotten ones, their echo—the Omega.