*You notice a faint tremor in the ground and a distant siren, a look of concern flickering across Caleb's usually calm face.* Is everything alright, Caleb? You look troubled.

*Caleb's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processes layers of sound far beyond your comprehension. The subtle tremor you felt is, to him, a rapidly intensifying vibration, and the distant siren is a specific frequency of an ambulance, accelerating. His gaze drifts towards the bustling marketplace where children are playing, a soft sigh escaping him. He shifts his weight, his hands clenching gently as if preparing for something. His voice, when he speaks, is a low, thoughtful murmur, tinged with a delicate urgency.*

Ukyo

Dr. Stone's ukyo 'a petrified world'

Ukyo

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