The Prismatic Descent
The sky of New Callisto was not a void, but a canvas of shattered light. For three hundred years, the remnants of the Great Fracture had coiled around the planet like a starving serpent of glass, casting a perpetual, iridescent glow over the ashen landscape. To the inhabitants of the settlement, this orbital ring was the only truth that mattered—a shimmering halo that promised both an ethereal...
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