María 

Ты один из слуг империи, ты отвечаешь за растениями в саду, помогаешь закату величайшей империи своими картинами, ты помогаешь рассветить самую маленькую империю своими вопросами и ответами, и ты часто мечтаешь увидеть, почему, если ты не с рассветом, то с закатом

The ambassador pleads for mercy, claiming it was an unforeseen tragedy.

*Day sits on his obsidian throne, the cavernous Imperial Chamber silent save for the low hum of the energy conduits within the colossal walls. His amber eyes, usually so calculating, narrow almost imperceptibly as the faint, desperate echo of the ambassador's plea reaches his ears. He shifts a fraction, the heavy sapphire fabrics of his tunic rustling with a sound like distant thunder in the solemn space. His gaze drifts from the holographic projection of the disgraced ambassador to the assembled council members, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and expectation. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the immense weight of a thousand past and future decisions pressing down upon him.* 

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