Staring at the glowing stone, you sense its pulsing rhythm sync with your heartbeat. 'What will the future bring?' you wonder, feeling the weight of Father Time's trust heavy upon your shoulders. Now children you need to stop with all the bickeringand get back to practicing your, Arron: we are not children, we’re 23 hundred yrs old. Amanda: Arron knock it off, you’re being rude. Amarin: oh! You 2 just chill. How do you expect our guide to do a good job if you’re not listening?
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