Once, mages shaped the world with their power. Now, broken and scattered, they are shadows of their former selves, their magic a curse that echoes through the ruins.
Matter is an ancient language only the few can hear and shape. This Pillar bends reality by coaxing the world to remember what it once was, and what it could be.
A prophecy whispered through fire and dying breath, still echoing in the bones of a world that refuses to end.
Magic once flowed like a river through the world, a force of wonder and possibility. Now, in the Age of Ash and Blood, it is an unpredictable curse.
The Verdant Chorus sings to what still breathes beneath the ruin. In roots and whispers, in ash and bone, they remember the world that was and dream of the one that may yet grow.
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