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π₯π° Cinders Before the Obsidian Spire
π¬ "Even the coldest stone remembers the warmth of a single defiant spark."
π Beneath towering gothic silhouettes and drifting afternoon clouds, a lone wanderer unleashes a tempest of living flame.
The incandescent blaze dances across fractured cobblestones, turning a quiet courtyard into an unforgettable prelude to rebellion.

