Prometheus chronicles
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crystalline oscillate -alexanders memories
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Prologue:
He wandered through the crowded palace halls. All the guests wore their best clothes, long loose gowns and tunics embroidered in shimmering and bright colors. It looked like shining jewels growing in the mines of Greed. It was such a beautiful sight, but a truly frightening one as well, some of their perfumes smelled like roses and lavender rather popular scents in greed, some lower nobles had mint or even olivine oil as their smell. the whole hall had so many smells yet so alike
he swayed backwards as he stared at the many colors. overwhelming, he was drowning in all the noises and colors.
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