A rising hum… a stirring force…

Morpheus ripples. Time is bending.

On a floating island, above the sands, Magus Dante playfully stretches. Thoughts adrift. A mind at sea.

A day like any other.

What is it then, that feels different? There are no plans… no places to be…

And yet, a drumbeat grows. Dante glances at his companion.

Rippling time. Morphing energy.

Dante walks to the edge. Well… not the edge… but his.

What is this coming?

What is… awakening?

Visions form from horizons.

The sun lowers to a precise degree, all too quickly. The landmarks below cast shadows behind them. It feels intentional.

An announcement.

An introduction.

But for what?

For whom?

The wind howls.

Before it starts, Dante knows the night will stir. And the morning after? Well…

It will be spectacular.

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