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Kaiya woke, beams of glittering light piercing the stained window of her temporary bedroom. It felt stuffy. She stretched out, kicking one leg over the sheets, and stared at the window, wishing she could control it from the bed, which had been remarkably comfortable, given the general state of shabbiness in which Kytos kept his apartment. She hadn’t expected him to possess anything of great comfort or quality.
The light sparkled against the wall, an odd spectacle. She stared at it, wondering what could give it such a quality, until she remembered the position Kytos’s apartment held in relation to the sun and central Akheron. She sighed as she edged herself out of the bed, regretful of her decision to leave it, and walked over to the window.
At first glance, Akheron seemed ablaze with
