The message remained on every screen in Olympus.
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"We received humanity's answer."
"Now we would like to give ours."
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Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Because this wasn't supposed to happen.
The Sleepers had withdrawn.
The resonance had stabilized.
Reality coherence was returning.
Everything should have been calming down.
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Instead—
Something entirely new had arrived.
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Olympus locked onto the approaching vessel.
The image slowly sharpened.
And immediately everyone realized why the Architect, the Veil, and the Custodian had reacted the same way.
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The ship made no sense.
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Not because it was enormous.
Not because it was technologically advanced.
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Because it looked familiar.
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Painfully familiar.
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Elara stared at the projection.
"...that's impossible."
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The vessel resembled human design.
Not modern human.
Not Earth Alliance.
Not Olympus.
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Something older.
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The same architectural language visible in Lyra's archive.
The same silver-and-black structures from the First Humanity.
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Adrian whispered,
"No way."
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The ship wasn't alien.
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It was human.
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Or at least—
It had been.
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The chamber fell silent.
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The Architect's voice emerged slowly.
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"The Ark..."
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Elara immediately turned.
"You know this ship?"
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A long pause followed.
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Then—
"Not this ship."
His voice lowered.
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"But this class."
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The image rotated slowly.
Ancient symbols appeared across its hull.
Worn by unimaginable ages.
Yet still active.
Still functioning.
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Still traveling.
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The Custodian stepped forward.
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"All Ark-class vessels were lost during Cycle One."
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The approaching ship immediately transmitted another signal.
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Correction.
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The entire chamber froze.
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It wasn't merely broadcasting.
It was listening.
Responding.
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The message continued.
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We were not lost.
We were searching.
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A chill swept through Olympus.
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Because whoever was on that vessel—
They knew exactly what was happening.
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And they were watching in real time.
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The Veil spoke carefully.
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"Identify yourselves."
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Several seconds passed.
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Then the answer arrived.
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We are the Horizon Expedition.
Last survivors of the First Humanity.
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Silence exploded across the room.
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Even Olympus briefly stopped processing external data.
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Because the statement was absurd.
Impossible.
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The First Humanity existed before recorded history.
Before the Custodians.
Before the cycles.
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Thousands.
Perhaps millions.
Of years ago.
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Yet the ship approaching Earth claimed to contain survivors.
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Adrian slowly sat down.
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"Nope."
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He pointed at the screen.
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"I reject that information."
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Nobody blamed him.
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The Horizon transmitted again.
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Temporal displacement occurred during Boundary Transit.
Subjective travel duration: 43 years.
External elapsed duration: Unknown.
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The Architect closed his eyes.
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"They crossed the Boundary."
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The Veil's form flickered.
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"And survived."
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The Custodian remained motionless.
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Which somehow made the situation even more alarming.
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The vessel continued approaching.
No weapons detected.
No hostile activity.
No attempt at concealment.
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Just a direct course toward Earth.
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Like travelers finally reaching home.
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Another message appeared.
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Requesting diplomatic contact.
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Adrian blinked.
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"That's it?"
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He laughed nervously.
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"After all this?"
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"'Hello, we'd like diplomacy?'"
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The ship answered immediately.
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That is generally how diplomacy begins.
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For several seconds nobody spoke.
Then Adrian pointed at the screen.
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"It's sarcastic."
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The realization somehow made everything stranger.
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Elara stepped closer.
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"Open communication."
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The Architect immediately reacted.
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"Elara—"
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"They crossed the Boundary."
She didn't look away from the display.
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"They survived the impossible."
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The channel opened.
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Static filled the chamber briefly.
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Then the image stabilized.
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A woman appeared.
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Human.
Completely human.
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Silver hair.
Dark eyes.
Weathered face.
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Old.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
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Like someone who had carried centuries of memory.
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She looked around the chamber.
Studying everyone carefully.
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Then she smiled.
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A very human smile.
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"Well."
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Her voice carried obvious relief.
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"You still exist."
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Nobody knew how to respond to that.
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The woman continued.
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"I was beginning to worry."
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Adrian stared.
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"You're really human."
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She laughed softly.
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"As far as I know."
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For the first time in hours—
Actual laughter spread through Olympus.
Small.
Uncertain.
But real.
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The tension eased slightly.
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The woman looked toward the Architect.
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And immediately her smile faded.
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Recognition.
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"You."
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The Architect remained silent.
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Her eyes widened.
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"Aeres."
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The chamber froze.
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Elara turned sharply.
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Aeres.
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Not Architect.
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His original name.
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A name nobody had heard in centuries.
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The woman stared at him.
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"You survived."
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The Architect's voice sounded strangely emotional.
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"Commander Selene."
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Silence.
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Then realization struck.
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Not strangers.
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Not distant historical figures.
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They knew each other.
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Before the cycles.
Before the collapse.
Before everything.
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Selene's expression softened.
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"We thought you were dead."
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The Architect laughed once.
A sad sound.
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"So did I."
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Nobody interrupted.
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Because suddenly this wasn't ancient history.
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It was personal.
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Two survivors meeting after the death of a civilization.
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A reunion separated by ages.
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Selene looked around Olympus again.
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"So."
She smiled slightly.
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"This is Cycle Eight."
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Elara nodded.
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"Apparently."
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Selene leaned back.
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"Good."
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The answer surprised everyone.
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"Good?" Adrian asked.
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"Very good."
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She looked toward Earth.
Visible behind Olympus through the station's external feeds.
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"The previous cycles never learned."
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Silence.
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Then she smiled again.
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"You did."
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The Custodian finally spoke.
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"Clarify."
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Selene looked directly at the silver being.
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"No."
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The entire chamber froze.
---
Nobody had ever spoken to a Custodian that way.
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The Commander crossed her arms.
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"You've had seven cycles to explain things yourselves."
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The Veil actually laughed.
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The Custodian looked deeply unimpressed.
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Selene turned back toward Elara.
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"The important question isn't why we're here."
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Her expression grew serious.
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"It's why the Sleepers allowed us to return."
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Silence.
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Because nobody had considered that.
---
The Horizon crossed beyond observed reality.
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The Sleepers could have destroyed it.
Ignored it.
Prevented it.
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Yet they hadn't.
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Why?
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Selene answered before anyone could ask.
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"Because something is changing."
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The chamber darkened slightly.
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Not from malfunction.
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From anticipation.
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Selene's smile disappeared completely.
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"The Sleepers are waking."
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The familiar sentence hit differently this time.
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Not as prophecy.
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As a warning.
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"The eye you saw?"
she continued.
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"That wasn't a Sleeper."
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Silence.
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Adrian frowned.
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"...what?"
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Selene looked directly into the camera.
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And quietly delivered the most terrifying revelation yet.
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"It was only a dream."
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Nobody breathed.
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The stars beyond Olympus suddenly felt much larger.
Much darker.
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Because if that eye—
The thing that bent reality.
The thing that terrified civilizations.
The thing that shaped entire cycles—
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Was merely a dream...
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Then what would happen when the dreamer finally opened its eyes?
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To Be Continued... 🔥