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There are moments when the veil between worlds thins—when sea and sky, myth and memory, feel like they’re breathing together. Cyan’s arrival on the shoreline is one of those moments.

There's an ancient prophecy whispered across generations, carried on the wind through every tribe, every faith, every circle of humanity. It speaks of a time when the Rainbow Warriors would rise—not with swords of conquest, but with arrows of truth. Not to divide, but to unite. Not to destroy, but to remember. That time is now.

In the dance between imagination and reality, sometimes the universe choreographs moments so precise they take our breath away. Today, I...