The open field stretched endlessly under a sky painted in hues of deep orange and fading blue. A cool wind whispered through the tall grass, rippling it like waves on a calm sea. Ethan stood at the edge of the field, his arms crossed, watching silently as Jerry stepped forward. Despite the steady posture he tried to maintain, his mismatched red-silver eyes betrayed a glint of hesitation.
In the heart of the field, the air shimmered as though reality itself bent and swirled, a mirage at the edge of existence. Gradually, the outline of a magnificent creature began to form. With each passing second, its presence grew heavier, a weight that pressed down on the senses. A deep, resonant hum filled the air, vibrating through the ground and rattling the bones of all who stood nearby.
From the swirling distortion emerged Zephyrlis.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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