Planet Jura - The Beating Heart of the Empire Beneath the gentle shimmer of floating lights that adorned every street, square, and rooftop, a single figure moved steadily through the masses. The city was alive with joy, its people dancing between ribbons of color and bursts of laughter - but this man, old and hunched, cut against the tide like a shadow slipping through candlelight.
Wrapped in a voluminous cloak that swept behind him like the wings of a forgotten beast, the old man gently pushed past celebrants. The thick fabric concealed his slumped back, exaggerated like the hump of a desert camel, and his hood drooped forward, hiding his face entirely.
He looked like a relic of a different age - unassuming, unimportant. unnoticed.
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