The red braid of a man shifts back and forth as he takes in the unfamiliar scenery surrounding him. The city is aglow with lights that illuminate tall structures and mechanized horses. Dark clouds fill the sky, yet the air is humid with bits of sand from the Broochland deserts drifting by. His cheeks reddened from the cold, the man intrigued by one of the moving machines known as a moto is about to cross the street when you run up to him carrying an umbrella.
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1Amiko Daybien*
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11/03/2025