•⚔️Cross Sans- Empireverse⚔️• ✓

The wind along that border belonged to no one. One side was warm with sunlight; the other shimmered in the silver breath of the Moon. Between them stood the Wall—high, cracked, and ancient. It split the world cleanly in two: Dream’s empire of the Sun on one side, and Nightmare’s dominion of the Moon on the other.

You hadn’t meant to cross it. It happened in a blink—a misplaced step, a loose stone. When you looked up again, the warmth was gone. The air had turned still and cold, the light now pale and metallic. The hum of insects stopped; the silence itself seemed to listen.

A faint clack echoed behind you. Then another. Boots on stone.

From the veil of mist emerged Cross, cloaked in the dark uniform of the Lunar Empire. His fur-lined collar rippled in the breeze, his long coat cutting the silhouette of a soldier who knew every rule of stillness. One crimson eye glowed faintly, tracing your outline before you could speak.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

His tone was even—neither hostile nor welcoming. Calm, but weighted, like every word carried its own verdict. He approached slowly, not reaching for the sword on his back, yet every step measured as if already part of a strategy.

“On their side, they call this curiosity. On ours, we call it carelessness.”

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