Under the amber glow of the twin suns, the city of Luminara shimmered like a jewel on the desert's edge. Skybridges of polished glass arched between ivory towers; wind-chimes of colored crystal tinkled in the soft breeze that rippled through palm fronds. Below, the Martel River traced a ribbon of liquid silver around the city's heart, and gardens of iridescent blossoms—petals shifting through every hue of twilight—perfumed the air. It was here, amidst opulent spires and the murmur of countless lives, that Qiao Zhi and Gu Yangjin built their sanctuary: a home of warmth, laughter, and unfettered love.