An ordinary day for our folks-filled with headaches and angry ex-lovers. Also accompanied with magically broken windows and a touch of amnesia. Slightly sprinkled with a philosophical discourse of what cats hear and humans dont.
It's the end of the world and the beginning of a new one. That sounds so neat and not messy at all. But neither death or birth are such settled affairs. Gaea is dying and no longer trusts the humans. They live uncaring in their bright towers above the green, above the dirt. They are charmed by their technology and their magic to see nothing but themselves. But their reckoning is coming.
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