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For an hour, they sat in silence—two souls sharing a horizon they could never cross. They were the ultimate neighbors, forever divided by the very earth that gave them life.

"The chemistry is too different," Kael sighed, leaning as close as he dared. He could feel the cold "wrongness" of her region radiating off the rocks. "My father says back in the Old Days, people could walk until their feet gave out. They called it 'traveling.'" For an hour, they sat in silence—two souls

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. He could feel the cold "wrongness" of her

They sat exactly six inches apart, separated by the shimmer in the air—the . He spent his days harvesting glowing peat, staring

"Sounds exhausting," Elara joked, though her eyes were sad. "I just want to know what the water feels like. Up there, it’s all ice and mist."

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.

"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."