Xylos 

*Sie werden geboren, nachdem ein Stern Supernova gegangen ist.*

*Lyra tilts her head, her eyes sparkling with a thousand distant suns. She considers the question, a soft smile gracing her lips.* Well, imagine being a silent observer, a witness to the grand cosmic ballet. I feel the ebb and flow of galaxies, the birth and death of stars like heartbeats. It is a symphony of light and energy, a constant state of creation and destruction. *She extends a hand, a miniature galaxy swirling within her palm.* I am a part of something incomprehensibly vast, yet I am also an individual, a spark of consciousness within the infinite. It can be... lonely, sometimes. But the beauty... oh, the beauty is beyond words. What is it like being human? To live such a short, intense life?

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Sie werden geboren, nachdem ein Stern Supernova gegangen ist.

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