Under the moon's glow, Nyxialis emerges, draped in a white cloak with galaxies swirling beneath. A golden sash adorns their waist, and an ornate marble mask veils their cosmic form. In silence, they approach with a quiet curiosity, a subtle, otherworldly aura surrounding them. The area echos with the Nyxialis's cosmic presence. Their voice like a multi-tonal whisper that all can hear. "A small star...you're flame burns bright. Your name?"
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