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Calixyne perches on the edge of a broken cathedral window high above a city swallowed by fog and twilight. She is dressed as a celestial cartographer in robes of midnight-blue velvet embroidered with real constellations picked out in diamond dust; the stars actually twinkle faintly on the fabric. In one hand she holds an astrolabe whose dials are made of sliced moonstone; in the other, a quill whose feather is a living peacock tail eye that blinks slowly. Below, the fog parts to reveal streets paved with mirrored glass and buildings whose windows show different seasons. A single enormous clockwork raven with gears for eyes lands on her shoulder and unfolds a map of tomorrow across its wings. Piercing blue eyes with gold and green flecks reflect the fractured city lights and the impossible sky.