

The washed-out red line traces a confident path away from the labyrinth city, toward the lands of dreams strewn with golden petals. Were that line to break, a story would start. A story of the boundless and the omnipotent, of the minuscule and the fragile.
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| Chinese (Simplified)简体中文 | Available | Unavailable | Available |
| EnglishEnglish (US) | Available | Unavailable | Available |
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| Portuguese (Brazil)Português (Brasil) | Available | Unavailable | Available |
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| RussianРусский | Available | Available | Available |
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| Spanish (Spain)Español (España) | Available | Unavailable | Available |
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