At the heart of the crimson city rose Solara’s Watcher, a colossal eye suspended within living stone. Its gaze never wavered, sweeping over winding streets and towering spires. The people believed it saw into memory, into truth, into every hidden act. Trains came and went, but none left unseen. Some whispered it was a god, others a machine—but all lived beneath its unblinking judgment.

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