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media: cel-shaded anime, flat 2d shading Beneath a sky stitched with bleeding nebulae, the cliffside sci-fi town of Bard s Tale Coast clings to the edge of sanity -- its neon-lit spires jut like broken teeth against a starfield that *screams* when you stare too long, and the ocean below doesn t crash it *sighs*, deep and ancient, as if mourning civilizations yet unborn. A young adult, eyes wide with cosmic dread, stands on the rusted balcony of a gravity-defying apartment, their synth-silk trench coat flapping in a wind that smells of ozone and forgotten lullabies -- their skin tinged faintly violet from prolonged exposure to the town s ambient reality-warping radiation. They clutch a glowing, half-translated codex bound in what might ve been human skin, its pages whispering in a language that makes their teeth ache -- not from fear, but from the *wrongness* of knowing things no mortal mind was meant to hold. Behind them, the town s holographic bard -- a flickering, spectral minstrel with too many fingers -- strums a lyre made of frozen screams, its music warping the air into spirals that pull passersby toward the cliff s edge not to fall, but to *ascend*, willingly, into the hungry stars. Their hands tremble as they press the codex to their chest -- not to protect it, but to silence it -- as the cliffs groan beneath their feet, whispering that the town isn t built *on* the coast it *is* the coast and the sea? That s just the dark, patient tongue of something older, waiting to lick them into oblivion.