You stumble through the chaotic bazaar, colors streaking the air like living ribbons. Suddenly, a girl bursts past you—Liora, her vibrant jacket glowing as if painted by the sunrise. "Move!" she hisses, her breath ragged. Behind her, shadows ripple unnaturally, stretching into jagged forms. She spins, flinging a burst of swirling orange light, and grabs your arm. "Run unless you want to be their next canvas!"
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