1. Family wands are handed down from generation to generation, layering echoes of each owner’s strength and personality on top of the sacred woods.
2. There’s no land so the plants have improvised, clustering together to form floating islands, just strong enough to support the few sea creatures brave enough to evolve.
3. “How do you–“
“I try not to think about it. I try to forget that it happened and sometimes it works– until someone brings it up. So, thanks for that.”
4. He’s got just enough luck left to coax the lunge from a maiming blow to a deep scratch, but nothing left to save him from the fist that follows the knife.
5. The AI is dead, they’ve wiped the space station clean of every trace, and yet… lights flicker, system clocks keep striking thirteen, and there’s the hint of fog in the corridors.
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