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In a world bound by the , existence is defined by a genetic tether to the soil. People are born, live, and die within the strict borders of their regional biomes. Crossing a boundary isn't a crime; it’s a physical impossibility. Your molecules simply begin to unravel the moment you step onto "foreign" dirt.

"Sounds exhausting," Elara joked, though her eyes were sad. "I just want to know what the water feels like. Up there, it’s all ice and mist." In a world bound by the , existence

Kael was a , built for the humid, oxygen-rich marshes of the River Delta. He spent his days harvesting glowing peat, staring at the jagged violet peaks of the Aether Highlands just five miles away. To him, they were as distant as the moon. Your molecules simply begin to unravel the moment

"I wouldn't be anywhere else," Elara replied, already beginning her long climb back into the clouds. "I literally can't." Up there, it’s all ice and mist

They sat exactly six inches apart, separated by the shimmer in the air—the .