The familiar shifting of the senses, like my mind tuning to a different frequency.

My virtual eyes blink.

Down below, the colorful roofs of Losthearth’s buildings complement the lushness of the surrounding valley and the azure of the open sky, and on the horizon float a range of mountains, faint and proud as the daytime moon.

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