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The second book in the Morph series.

Ryn's Story

I used to have dreams of the Earth, the way it used to be, centuries before The Great Wars. An Earth filled with colors I could only imagine instead of the dull tones of brown and grey I grew to loathe. I imagined an Earth as vibrant as Zorron, filled with pretty variations of purples and blues. I know the plants on Earth had been green instead of purple, but green was a color I'd scarcely seen, so purple was the default of my mind. I'd never seen an open body of water back on Earth, but I imagined them as blue and electrified as the bodies of water on Zorron, though I had a feeling they were very different.