A moth suddenly flew from parts unknown into this Silver Time Mist.
Its cicada-wing-thin wings shimmered with iridescent colors under the faint glow of the silver mist. Yet, as if caught by an invisible yet mighty hand, the moth could not move an inch.
Its body began to flicker with a strange radiance, blending with the surrounding Silver Time Mist. That glow, faint at first, gradually intensified as if gathering a certain power.
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