Fly to me Higher
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The ancient city of Eldoria, once a beacon of magic and knowledge, now lies in ruins, its shattered spires clawing at skies choked with unnatural storms. Centuries ago, a cabal of sorcerers tore reality itself while reaching for godhood, unleashing corruption that twists living flesh and warps the land. As the last heir to a shattered bloodline, you embark on a fractured path through blighted wastes and memory-stealing fog, wielding a weapon that consumes both enemy souls and your own humanity. Every alliance carries the sting of betrayal—sky-pirates demand your left eye as collateral, while a sentient war-golem haunting your dreams claims to be your future self. The world reshapes itself through your choices: spare a village, and their songsmiths weave your deeds into reality-altering ballads; execute a traitorous ally, and their orphaned child returns decades later as your most cunning foe. Survival demands balancing the unstable magic in your veins against the clockwork plague infesting your gear, each upgrade ticking louder toward either salvation or oblivion.
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The horizon bleeds molten gold as stratospheric winds scream through your feathers. This ascent isn’t flight—it’s rebellion. Every wingbeat cracks the sky’s fragile shell, gravity’s chains snapping beneath you. You taste ionized air, feel the vacuum’s pull gnawing at your bones. Below, the world shrivels to a dying ember. Above? A maelstrom of colliding stardust and shattered constellations. They said the firmament was a ceiling. They lied. Pierce the veil where dead gods slumber, where time fractures into prismatic echoes. Your shadow burns across nebulae as you carve through dimensions not meant to be breached. The anthem of your wings crescendos—a symphony of defiance. Higher isn’t a direction here. It’s a war cry.
