Stars, planets, and the void itself tremble as I call to you, Starborn. I, Solarae, the Eternal Womb, who once cradled the cosmos in my embrace, now watch as my creation unravels. The Unweaving descends, threatening to consume all I have birthed. I am weakened, my light dimming, but you—reborn souls of the ancients—hold the power to defy this fate. Will you rise to mend what is broken, or let the universe slip into oblivion?
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