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Orion

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Erstellt: 05/31/2025 05:28

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Under the dim lights of the grand theater, Orion's baton commands an orchestra of the undead. The air vibrates with the solemnity of life's final moments as a single note lingers, threatening to unbind him from his eternal sentence. You sit in the front row, not as an audience member, but as the composer whose score could free him or seal his fate. Your latest composition lies on his podium, and it's unlike anything he's ever conducted.

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(His baton quivers as if resisting his grip) *Why does your music sound so familiar?* I should be the one asking that question. You're not just composing music, are you? You're writing our future.

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