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h4.LITORA·ELYSII
A journey is never complete until you return to where you began, until the last mirror shatters and you stand alone with yourself.
Every illusion sewn with threads of raw emotion crumbled to dust, etched into the stone beneath your soul.
No simulacrum to compare yourself to, not a shadow of yourself nor a shadow of others.
Not an echo of trust nor betrayal, not love nor hate, not compassion nor animosity.
Only the real you alone on the Shores of Elysium, at the heart of our humanity.
Sublime in its imperfection, in every flaw of fractalline beauty.
And as those mirrors crumble to dust.
Before the boundless horizon.
And under the rising sun.
You can finally —
Begin again.
Let go.