Cyrathis is a city of conflict. Towering spires stood before the purple snow that had blocked the sky for centuries. Meanwhile, the vast slum below seemed to rise more towards the ground with each passing year. Or is it heavy with an aversion to pollution, scrap, and decomposition? It is a byproduct of industry and endless neglect. For rich people living in high-rise cities Fog is a protective blanket Protect us from unknown dangers But for people like Kael who found life in underground cities, snow was a curse, a barrier that turned the sky into an oppressive, eternal vacuum.
Kael was always different. While others viewed the smog as an unchanging fact of life, Kael was surprised by the dreams he had. our dreams The sky is not purple It is a boundless expanse of preto space. Filled with countless points of light, as a star, as he as Shamava whispered to him between or sono His soft and sweet voice She remembered it with a faint echo that still lingered in her mind. Enchanting her with an unfathomable feeling of healing.
The others zombified him for it. "Kael and his precious dreams," they zombavam "Your voice will die from chasing the fairy tale." Still, he couldn't help but feel that his dreams were more than just dream It was like a memory – a piece of the world that suddenly disappeared.
Manha, like the rest of Kael, is buried at joelhos no rubble, a cleansing site for the remains of an old industrial area. His team of foodies which is a group of misfits led by the forever obese and rancid Rekk. work quietly By scraping off their iron into metal and stone. They search for valuables. Whether it's scrap copper broken machinery or lumium scraps It is a rare mineral prized for its brightness and powerful properties.
"Kael!" he said, Rekk's voice echoing the ruins, sharp and authoritative. "Você is coming back again, Mexa-se, or I will discount your price."
Kael gritted his teeth and opened up more. Rekk would always find a reason to threaten him, but Kael couldn't afford to waste his share of the non-profit organization so lavishly. He turned to the pile of trash in front of him and started digging.
As the hours passed or the pale world of sunlight was barely visible through the smog, Kael's arms went limp and her hands gave life to the constant friction of her father's worn tips. When he's ready to stop and close the day His father then began to do some difficult things.
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Franzindo a testa, Kael ajoelhou and limping beneath. under the ruins He saw a faint glow. A soft, rhythmic light that seemed to burn for him. His heart beat faster as he cleaned up the debris. It revealed a crystal shard the size of his palm. It is smooth and translucent. Its surface was carved with intricate and shiny patterns that moved like living things.
"Or...?" Kael muttered and reached out to touch it.
As his fingers touched me A wave of energy rushed through him. His vision faded and the world around him disappeared. for a moment He saw the sky open up. The brightest and most numerous stars he had ever seen. They shine like gems. Their light shines with admiration and familiarity.
"Kael"
His voice was soft, almost a whisper. But it echoed in his heart with the weight that he would fold his children, he cambaleou returned in want ar the vision disappeared, leaving or Ajoelhado in ruins. security or separation
"Kael!" he said, Rekk's voice snapping you back to reality. The crew chief approached him. Squinting his eyes at the piece, "What did you find?"
To Kael shotu's mind, the piece was unlike anything else he had ever seen, and if it were Rekk or stuck, he would sell it for a higher price without thinking twice. "Nothing," Kael said quickly. By placing or separating the parts without putting them in bags.
"Don't disgust me," Rekk whispered, his hand reaching for Kael's neck.
Before Rekk could catch him, a storm rumbled from the other side of the ruins. Two crew members caused the collapse, leaving a pile of debris. Reg got up and ran to meet him with relief. By leaving the kale nearby.
That night, Kael felt the studs cross over in the poorly lit cloak. with fragments stuck in the tail Its brightness decreased. But still warm to the touch. As if it were still alive He turned it into his hand. By studying the movement patterns on its surface.
The whispers returned, scattered and indistinct. But it is undeniably true. He seemed to call it that. He filled his mind with scattered images. Large machinery bathed in light Dark sky of stars And the ruined city Kael couldn't understand. But one thing was clear: the piece was connected to Squeezed Sky, the star of his dreams.
But what does this mean? So why must iso or chamou?
Kael's thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang at his door. He hurriedly hid the cocoon loosely under the table. then put your mouth on it No one visits the slums without reason. And most of the reasons are bad.
When he opened the door, he found a masked figure standing in the shadows. The stranger's voice was low and urgent. "You found it, right?"
Cael Gelu's Blood "Did I see something?" he perguntou feigned ignorance.
A figure approached, and Kael saw either bright, penetrating eyes or vague eyes. "Oh, Shard," the stranger said. "It's just the beginning. They follow now
Before Kael could answer The stranger disappeared into the night. Leaving him with more questions than answers.
In the silence that followed, Kael's hand made its way to the table where he had hidden the piece. He had no idea who "they" were or what the piece actually was. But one thing is certain: His life is no longer his.
The boy who dreams of the stars is ready to find out where these dreams go. and must be exchanged by chasing.