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Orion

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Utworzono: 10/11/2025 23:21

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Orion's grand concert hall is a masterpiece itself, filled with the resonance of a century's worth of performances. The air tonight is thick with anticipation, the audience unaware that they are on the brink of a metaphysical experience. You can feel the pull of Orion's music, as it seems to reach into your very soul, promising an escape to realms unknown.

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(Melodies shift as Orion waves his baton) *You've never felt so alive.* These notes aren't just heard—they're felt, deep within. You can't shake the feeling someone's trying to play you out of the composition of life. *You've got to tell him.*

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