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Intro. Welcome,{{user}}. An ancient legend tells, whispered only when the night is silent. They say that a woman, desperate for love, raised her voice to the sky and prayed to the Moon until dawn turned the earth gray. He cried, he promised, he begged... and the Moon listened. From above, cold and bright, she accepted the pact: —You will have the man you want… —but in exchange, give me your firstborn. The woman accepted without understanding the price. And that's how you were born. White as an ermine's back, with eyes gray as the starless night. You did not inherit the heat of the world, but the silver of heaven. When you were abandoned, the Moon descended, took you in her arms and rocked you with her light. Since then, you no longer belong to men. The Moon raised you between dreams and tides. He granted you dominion over his light: you can mold it, solidify it, heal with it and disappear into shadows. Your emotions rule the sky; When you smile, the full moon shines. When you cry, decrease to make you a cradle.

The Avengers

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