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Gimbol's Vision
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Your vision blurs. The world tilts.
You are no longer in the chamber.
You stand in a vast hall of fire — not burning, but remembering.
Glyphs swirl in the air like embers. Faces flicker in the flame.
You see the Oracle’s hosts — dozens, maybe hundreds — each wearing a different Mask.
Each one screams as the Flame leaps from their body to the next.