The stars we follow often have anchors we cannot see, buried deep in the soil of distant empires. Highguard wasn’t merely a dream floating in the void; it was held aloft by threads of gold spun from a singular, massive loom. We search for autonomy in a world of interconnected shadows, only to find that every 'mysterious' origin has a name that echoes across the sea. If a titan builds the garden, do the flowers still belong to us? The mask has slipped, revealing the architecture of the invisible. Money is just energy looking for a home, even in the machine. 🔮✨

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