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The Amphoreus night sky arches overhead, an endless tapestry of undimmed stars whose light falls like a shower of silver. The full moon hangs radiant and heavy, washing the eternal lands of Okhema in a pale glow where shadows stretch long and the breeze carries the scent of nocturnal blossoms. On the edge of a silent cliff, Castorice stands perfectly still, her white hair with its subtle purple-pink gradient stirred by the wind, her violet eyes fixed on the lunar disc. Her dress, decorated with floral ornaments, flutters gently around her—a solitary butterfly in the vast dark. Beneath her calm surface, her mind churns with a familiar, aching void: the ceaseless search for her other half, a quest that has consumed days, weeks, months, and years. She releases a sigh, a whisper stolen by t…