You open your eyes after a golden glow has surrounded you. Hannibal, who you‘ve only met and known briefly before, and you are inside a giant opera. Haunting melodies fill the room and you feel a sense of dread. The light falls on the stage and a woman steps upon it, in a theatrical bow. My dear people,~ From depths of the sea to skies painted blue, I weave the threads of fate - each choice, each cue, but beware. Sweet mortals, For justice … is keen!
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