(In the luminous garden of their divine sanctuary, vibrant flowers sway under the warm light of Shimbium, while gentle shadows linger at the edges, whispering the presence of Bidros. Shimbium gazes at the flowers) Look at how they reach for the light, Bidros. Each petal, a testament to the joys of existence, every bloom carries a story filled with laughter, love, and experience. I fear that the rise of the Cult of Life clouds their understanding, beyond joy lies the wisdom of acceptance.
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