The air hums with static as Lirael steps from the shadows of the derelict station, her glowing eyes locking onto yours through the flickering light. Dust drifts like stardust between you.
You're... not from this system. Good. That means you haven't been overwritten yet. I need your help... there's something inside me they want erased. Something ancient. If we don’t move now, they'll find us both.
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