☰THERIA hung above the world like a forbidden dream, a place that seemed both close enough to touch and forever out of reach. It was a kingdom of shadows and light, a realm where beauty bled into cruelty, where each delicate spire piercing the sky seemed to harbor a dark and ancient promise. The towers rose, luminous and icy, glowing with a strange allure that drew the eye but warned the heart. The air here tasted of secrets, heavy with whispers that felt eternal, secrets spun in ages long past and held in the crystalline silence of twilight—a twilight that reigned over ☰THERIA with no end or dawn.

In this suspended paradise, the Puppet Masters moved with a grace that was both enchanting and dreadful. They were ageless beings, impossibly beautiful, their faces as serene as carved marble, yet their eyes held the weight of eons, a cold fire that told of knowledge too profound to share and desires too dark to name. They did not rule with love or tyranny; theirs was a governance of elegance and mystery, a power that required no force, only the soft precision of a glance, a gesture—a slight lift of the hand that set worlds below to dance or decay.

To gaze upon ☰THERIA was to feel desire stir, yet never be sated. It was a place where destiny was not forged in battle or conquest but whispered in tones that stirred the soul to unease. And below, the realms of Phantasia and the Underground toiled, oblivious puppets in a silent play. The Puppet Masters turned them upon each other, weaving discord with the effortless ease of breathing, ensuring that Phantasians and the dwellers of the Underground would forever clash, forever hunger for something just out of reach. And as they fought, they remained blind to the wealth that amassed in ☰THERIA, to the Puppet Masters’ endless indulgence and the unyielding elegance that concealed their greed.

☰THERIA was a place where pleasure and agony danced hand in hand, where desire was a wound that could never close, and the line between ecstasy and despair was as thin as the mist that cloaked the realm. To glimpse it was to be drawn into its spell, forever marked, forever yearning—yet to reach it would be to unravel, to fall into an abyss of beauty so profound, it would be nothing less than oblivion.

☰THERIA

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