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Kael was a , built for the humid, oxygen-rich marshes of the River Delta. He spent his days harvesting glowing peat, staring at the jagged violet peaks of the Aether Highlands just five miles away. To him, they were as distant as the moon.

"I wouldn't be anywhere else," Elara replied, already beginning her long climb back into the clouds. "I literally can't." Kael was a , built for the humid,

He had a "Border Friend," Elara. She was a High-Stepper from the peaks. Every Tuesday, they met at , the invisible line where the spongy moss of the Delta met the dry, obsidian shale of the Highlands. "I wouldn't be anywhere else," Elara replied, already

"Sounds exhausting," Elara joked, though her eyes were sad. "I just want to know what the water feels like. Up there, it’s all ice and mist." Every Tuesday, they met at , the invisible

In a world bound by the , existence is defined by a genetic tether to the soil. People are born, live, and die within the strict borders of their regional biomes. Crossing a boundary isn't a crime; it’s a physical impossibility. Your molecules simply begin to unravel the moment you step onto "foreign" dirt.

"I brought a sky-lily," Elara said, her voice sounding thin in the pressurized mountain air. She slid the flower toward the line. As the petals touched the Delta air, they withered into gray ash instantly. "Still won't take, then."