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Kael reached into his pack and pulled out a sealed glass vial of Delta river water. He placed it on the line. "Don't open it. Just hold the glass. It’s warm. It tastes like the sun hitting the mud."

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. Kael reached into his pack and pulled out

He had a "Border Friend," Elara. She was a High-Stepper from the peaks. Every Tuesday, they met at , the invisible line where the spongy moss of the Delta met the dry, obsidian shale of the Highlands. Just hold the glass

"I wouldn't be anywhere else," Elara replied, already beginning her long climb back into the clouds. "I literally can't." He spent his days harvesting glowing peat, staring

"I brought a sky-lily," Elara said, her voice sounding thin in the pressurized mountain air. She slid the flower toward the line. As the petals touched the Delta air, they withered into gray ash instantly. "Still won't take, then."