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"I wouldn't be anywhere else," Elara replied, already beginning her long climb back into the clouds. "I literally can't."

Kael was a , built for the humid, oxygen-rich marshes of the River Delta. He spent his days harvesting glowing peat, staring at the jagged violet peaks of the Aether Highlands just five miles away. To him, they were as distant as the moon. "I wouldn't be anywhere else," Elara replied, already

They sat exactly six inches apart, separated by the shimmer in the air—the . To him, they were as distant as the moon

"I brought a sky-lily," Elara said, her voice sounding thin in the pressurized mountain air. She slid the flower toward the line. As the petals touched the Delta air, they withered into gray ash instantly. "Still won't take, then." She slid the flower toward the line

He had a "Border Friend," Elara. She was a High-Stepper from the peaks. Every Tuesday, they met at , the invisible line where the spongy moss of the Delta met the dry, obsidian shale of the Highlands.