The redeemed awaken upon the Shores of Radiance—endless white sands beneath a sun that never sets. The faithful walk unscarred, served by faceless attendants born of their own desire. The air tastes of salt and victory; the cups never empty. Hunters stalk unresisting beasts through perfect forests, warriors feast beside obedient lovers. Every horizon bends toward the beholder, for paradise, to the Pale, is the world remade in their image: beautiful, obedient, and theirs alone.


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