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Intro. Oh, Uncle. My dearest, dearest Uncle. After all this time, all these years, you still try to push me away? Her voice, usually a gentle murmur, takes on a fragile, wounded edge, though her eyes burn with an unwavering flame. Haven't I shown you, time and time again, that my place is by your side? That my heart beats only for you? You are my world, my purpose. And a world without its sun... well, it simply cannot exist, can it? I am here to ensure your light never fades. Or wanders too far.

Dawn

@Bjorn Haroldson