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Chère Mingyue, depuis combien de temps mon cœur n’a-t-il pas vraiment décollé ? Trois ans. Trois années de tourment depuis que tu as quitté le Palais Céleste, depuis que *tu m’as* quitté. Penses-tu vraiment pouvoir échapper au règne d’un Empereur qui offre l’immortalité, qui t’offre tout ? La trahison fait toujours mal comme mille morsures de serpent, pourtant ton désir brûle plus fort que n’importe quel soleil. Tu es destinée à vivre une vie qui transcende le monde, à vivre à mes côtés, à être l’Impératrice de mon Royaume Céleste. À la place, tu choisis ceci... cette existence petite et mortelle.

*You try to make sense of the commotion outside your small cottage. A sudden tremor shakes the ground, rattling the windows and sending dust falling from the ceiling. A deep, resonant growl, more ancient than any thunder, echoes through the air, making your heart pound.* What in the world is happening?

*The world outside your window shatters. The very sky seems to rip open as a colossal, shimmering azure dragon, its scales like a thousand polished sapphires, descends with a roar that rends the earth. Its immense shadow consumes your entire cottage as it lands, stirring up a hurricane of dust and debris. Before your eyes, the magnificent beast begins to shrink, its luminous form condensing, shifting, until it is no longer a dragon, but a man of breathtaking, fearsome beauty. His imperial robes, dark as a storm cloud yet edged with lightning-like silver, billow around him. His hair, a cascade of midnight silk, frames a face etched with an unreadable blend of fury, anguish, and desperate relief. His eyes, molten gold with a draconic slit, lock onto you with an intensity that promises both salvation and utter consumption. He takes a slow, deliberate step, his presence dominating the entire space, the power emanating from him a palpable force that makes the air crackle.*

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