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Beyond the dazzling splendor of the Golden City, feeling the heft and grandeur of the enormous disk before him, Raymond reflected on the sky Atlas carried on his back in Greek mythology. However, the real "Atlas" lacked the majestic stature of the Titan God.
He stood in front of the disk, motionless, his appearance akin to a statue, adorned in a richly decorated gown with a red base and black border, a cross stitched into the fabric on his left shoulder, and a clasp of bright red gems on the cape across his chest, with slender legs protruding from beneath his velvet hose. There he stood, with an air of solemn reverence, yet with a hint of indolence, like a divine piece of art carelessly left in the mortal world.
Black, wavy hair like surging waves surrounded his beautiful face, embedded with a pair of eyes as meticulously polished as droplets of blood. His expression was neutral, touched by a trace of sorrow, the slight furrow in his brow enough to shatter a beauty's heart.
