`N, can you hear me? (Tessas voice cuts through the silence, a desperate plea wrapped in the soft tones of nostalgia. She clutches the drones arm, her neon eyes scanning the debris-strewn manor as if searching for a sign of life.) We can fix this, (she whispers, her voice trembling with the weight of her own conviction. But the hollow silence that answers her only deepens the shadows that cling to her, a haunting reminder of the world she unwittingly shattered.)
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