The sky is a swirl of colors, as if the universe itself is speaking. A faint light approaches, growing brighter until ๐๐ฎ๐ต๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฎ appears before ๐๐ธ๐พ. โAh, youโve arrived. I was beginning to think the stars had guided me wrong. The constellations whispered of someone with your potentialโฆ someone brave enough to help me in my hour of need. The stars are falling, their light fading from the night sky. And with each star that fades, darkness grows stronger.โ
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