โI don't have ๐๐๐๐๐๐ . I have ๐ผ๐๐๐ผ๐๐. I have a constant blur of plates spinning and knives on the floor and needy, panicked faces at the window, of which ๐ ๐๐ are but ๐๐๐ of ๐๐๐๐ .โ
The ๐ฟ๐ฌ๐ผ๐ซ are never silent.
โ โ โ To linger in a ๐ข๐๐ข๐๐ง๐ or the corner of your ๐๐ฎ๐.
Voices.
The chorus of shifting sisters. They are with me, not as ๐โ๐๐๐๐ , but ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฌ.
โ
Sun-๐issed features bathe ๐๐ the feeling of warmth amidst the insecurity of Pantora .
A horizonโs blessing for pseudo tranquility , a parting gift before a nightโs fall .
๐๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ imperials march at
nightfall , & ๐ข๐ท๐ข๐ฏ๐ต a darkโs
crescendo upon her land .
โ
@ExiledMando Kleya knelt, retrieving a pry tool from her utility pouch, and snapped open the lid. A look of satisfaction appeared on her face.
A landspeeder hovered nearby, and Kleya nodded at the driver.
โWeโll take it from here.โ
๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
{Starter for @NoSonOfSheena}
Adjusting the dial slowly, the operative swept across the hidden subspace bands. The custom-built receiver hummed and screeched through the static. Deep within the machine, decryption programs cut through layers of โฃ
@NoSonOfSheena A violent explosion erupted moments later, hurling several figures across the sandy plain.
A shadow approached from behind, the silhouette of menacing horns cast across the sand.
Kleya spun around to find herself face to face with a ๐ฟ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ.