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It was Kael. He wasn't grumbling. He was smiling, his weathered face wet with tears. In his hand, he held a single violet petal.

Aviana Violet had never seen a sunrise. Not a real one. aviana violet

She was twelve, with storm-colored eyes and hair the shade of dried kelp, and she spent her days in the Hydroponic District, tending to the only living things that still remembered light: a row of struggling violet orchids. It was Kael

She didn't fall. She ascended .