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Calixyne sits cross-legged atop a colossal mechanical elephant carved from rose-quartz and blackened bronze, marching slowly through a desert of shattered mirrors at twilight. She wears layered robes of shifting liquid mercury silk that flows and re-forms with every movement, catching fractured reflections of the dying red sun. From her shoulders sprout delicate mechanical wings made of stained-glass feathers in every shade of sunset; they do not flap but hum softly, sending harmonic vibrations through the sand that cause tiny glass flowers to bloom and shatter in sequence. In her hands she cradles a perfect sphere of captured storm cloud that crackles with miniature lightning. The elephant’s trunk curls protectively around her as distant mirages of upside-down cities flicker on the horizon. Piercing blue eyes with gold and green flecks gleam with serene determination amid the chaos of reflections.