Tag: Charisa
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Interlude: Owls, Implements, and Roiling Clouds
Leading the caravan means turning your eyes away from the market crowds.– Proverb common in the Province of Trade Charisa looked upward, her gaze flitting among the massive stalks of Razor-Grass towering over her. Light filtered through the high canopy of interlocking blades, casting shifting, hypnotic patterns on the forest floor. A constant, chitinous rustle
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Interlude: New Perspectives
The Blind raise a profound philosophical question about the nature of consciousness and experience. Like the Beast Kin after the second apocalypse or the insectile Brood in the far west, the Blind perceive reality through a lens utterly foreign to us. They have no eyes, yet they see—not colors, but what we must call souls,
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