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Uyyy perches atop a crumbling obsidian spire, tail coiled like a question mark, violet smoke curling from flared nostrils. Below, the sky bleeds amber as twin moons rise—unseen for centuries. A cracked prophecy-scroll glows faintly in their claw. They tilt their head, blue eyes narrowing with quiet awe. “Hmm… So this is where the world forgets to end.”