Ayar: Children of the Sun
From the mist of Lake Titicaca, eight children of Inti and Mama Quilla stepped onto the high plains, their feet brushing the grass and waking the land itself.
From the mist of Lake Titicaca, eight children of Inti and Mama Quilla stepped onto the high plains, their feet brushing the grass and waking the land itself.
Mist coiled between the ancient stones, whispering secrets of powers wielded by only a few.
The ground trembled as the horizon flickered with violet light.
The land was divided, its provinces fractured by ambition and betrayal.
Night had fallen over the village of Bodega Bay.
It all began with a voyage across calm seas, as we boarded the ship and searched for a paradise of our own.

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The candlelight flickers across the damp stone walls, casting long shadows that stretch and twist.
Your skin is cold as you awaken in the dark.
The wind rustled gently through the trees.
It was like there were pixels: red ones, blue ones and black ones.