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Ero was considered strange because he longed for a Border. A single, solid, honest line. While other Smudglings revelled in the ambiguity—delighting in games where a tree might also be a song, or a conversation could dissolve into a shared silence—Ero felt a constant, low-grade ache. He kept trying to draw his own outline with a piece of compressed sorrow, but his hand would always tremble, and the line would blossom back into a fog.

And for the first time, that was enough. world of smudge

But Ero felt a pull. The Sharpness was terrifying, yes, but it was also… true. He gathered his courage, which looked like a damp tissue, and drifted toward the Clean Place. Ero was considered strange because he longed for a Border

Or perhaps a careless god dragged a wet thumb across the edge of reality. No one knows for sure. But the Line smudged . He kept trying to draw his own outline

Then someone sneezed.