The Parasite of Paradise
The city of Aethelgard floated in a sea of iridescent clouds, a masterpiece of ivory towers and singing glass. There was no hunger in Aethelgard, no sickness, and no sorrow. The Mirror, a sentient web of light that permeated every street, curated a personalized paradise for every citizen. If you loved the scent of rain, the air always smelled of petrichor. If you longed for a lost love, the...
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