Dust
Dust
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Our colorful Skyn is proof that we originate from the Gods. We never doubted our connection to them— until now. Our Skyn fades without explanation, covered like Dust. Desperate for help, we turn to the Gods. Despite their centuries-long silence, they fortunately decide to intervene! Well… maybe not so fortunately… Out protectors are not as benevolent as we may think. No, the Gods have their own way of making their involvement worth their while…
  • Fantasy