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[It's a complete, desolate wasteland.]
[The faint remains of a castle loom slightly in the background, but the ruins there are a poor replacement for the grandeur that once was. The air is thick with ash, the sort that settles in your hair, your clothes, your lungs. No one is around, no is left to linger over the wreckage of Silver Millennium.]
[There is one person, a figure, a girl. She's dressed in a uniform of sorts, a soldier's uniform, and she's holding a blood-stained sword to her side.]