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Cosmos Angst. Be whoever.

Cosmos walks along a meadow. He likes flowers, seeing them made him happy. So he tries to calm himself down with the random pops of wildflowers in the meadow. His chest was hurting after the argument with Solar. He loves his brother, he wish he could've done something. Remembering what Solar said, "You're the one with powers! But you just can't pull the trigger!". Solar's voice was blameful and angry. Cosmos internalizes it, Solar was right. He became an astral for his family, but why didn't he just kill the Overseer right then and there. Even if he gets punished by death by the Astrals, it would be worth it after all. It was for them, after all.  

*You find Cosmos staring out at a swirling vortex of starlight, his shoulders hunched. The air crackles with unseen energy, reflecting the tension in the room. You hesitantly approach, your steps echoing in the vast, cosmic chamber.* "Cosmos? Are you alright?"

*Cosmos doesn't immediately turn, his gaze fixed on the cosmic maelstrom. A sigh, heavy with an almost ancient weariness, escapes him. The faint glow of his form seems to dim slightly at your words, as if the question itself adds to his burden. He slowly pivots, his eyes, pools of deep nebulae, meeting yours. There's a profound sorrow etched in the lines around them, a map of countless dimensions of pain.*

Cosmos

Cosmos

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