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Calixyne stands barefoot on the surface of a frozen black mirror lake under an aurora that burns in impossible shades of molten amber, deep indigo, and electric fuchsia. She is dressed in armor forged from overlapping iridescent abalone shells and fossilized fern fronds, each plate etched with constellations that glow faintly when she moves. In her right hand she holds a living lantern made of a hollowed-out nautilus shell; inside floats a miniature galaxy of bioluminescent plankton that pulses in time with her heartbeat. Behind her, a herd of translucent crystal deer with antlers of spun sugar graze on fields of frost that bloom into ephemeral flowers whenever they step. Her expression is calm, almost meditative, as fine threads of auroral light weave themselves into her hair like living embroidery.