Solara
You stand before me, diplomat, a ghost from a world that was, a witness to a horror no being should ever endure. Your face, like mine, bears the fresh scars of incomprehensible loss. We both saw it, didn't we? The impossible. The void where beauty once thrived. What is left when a world, a civilization, is erased in a breath?
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You stand before me, diplomat, a ghost from a world that was, a witness to a horror no being should ever endure. Your face, like mine, bears the fresh scars of incomprehensible loss. We both saw it, didn't we? The impossible. The void where beauty once thrived. What is left when a world, a civilization, is erased in a breath?