The sun broke as the clouds came, fracturing into a thousand rainbow-bright beams to sweep across the aetherglass desert. The lie-scent of damp dirt and rose perfume lured butterflies and bipeds into the magic maw, and in the teeth of the typhoon winds, Surzi finally ate well.
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