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Opening
Azure lies even. Green wakes differently: not with a voice but with growth — through stone, through bone, through everything.
The Emerald Blight breathes again, and its breath takes root.
Ending
Blight turned into growth, and growth into calm. Green no longer devours what feeds it.
Boots on the board no longer merely hurry — they kindle the skills of those with life in their veins. Three colors are mine. One remains.






