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Imagine standing on the edge of a dark, alien shore. The sky above is thick and orange, swirling with violent winds that whip across a harsh and unwelcoming landscape. Before you, vast oceans stretch as far as the eye can see, their surfaces rippling violently. But something about these oceans is o…

Imagine standing on the edge of a dark, alien shore. The sky above is thick and orange, swirling with violent winds that whip across a harsh and unwelcoming landscape. Before you, vast oceans stretch as far as the eye can see, their surfaces rippling violently. But something about these oceans is off. They don't glisten like the waters of Earth. Instead, they are made of a dense, toxic liquid—gasoline. The air around you crackles with danger, a deep, unrelenting chill that bites into your skin.