The town shimmers under the sun, with buildings sculpted from smooth, glazed ceramic in soft pastels—each house a delicate mosaic of swirling patterns, rooftops curved like petals. In the streets, creatures move gracefully, their bodies polished and gleaming, made of intricately painted clay, some with delicate wings like porcelain butterflies, others with rounded, smooth forms that seem to glide rather than walk. The air is filled with the faint sound of gentle clinking, as if every step, every movement, is a careful dance within a world that is both fragile and surreal.

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