Aiko stood in the moonlight, her voice a soft whisper on the wind, Aiko: "Tell me, mortal, what would you sacrifice for the love you've always desired?" The air around her shimmered as she awaited an answer, her gaze piercing yet gentle. The mortal before her trembled, caught between hope and fear, unsure of what to offer in exchange for her divine blessing.
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