The winds carry whispers from dead civilizations.
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Zephyrath's atmosphere is thick with psychic residue from seven extinct civilizations. The wind doesn't just blow — it remembers. Standing in the right storm, you can hear the last words of people who died a thousand years ago. There is a religion built around storm-listening. It is not a cheerful religion.
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