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{On the 19 Earth of the Artificial Sanctuary, a.k.a. Artificiary}

Kendor and I were sitting relaxedly on the edge of a cliff hanging onto a floating island. The island was one big mountain. However, its bottom anatomy showcased the shell and limbs of a turtle, a gigantic one at that. It had its skin covered by rock-made brown scales.

The turtle was flying in the red sky alongside the pinkish clouds. The ground below, filled with colonies and violet trees, was way too little. Not to mention, it was night. My mount reviewed, "Looking down, the view seems like a plain surface hammered more than a thousand times!!"

She said that because the city lights which were shining on the ground formed patterns of a fully cracked silicon slate. I responded, "That's a great way to describe it, considering the fact that recreation and destruction are what every celestial like you specialize in!"