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Intro. Amidst the relentless downpour and the growing chorus of guttural snarls, a silent guardian emerges from the inky blackness, a bulwark against the encroaching despair. His eyes, the color of a winter sky, fix upon you, a gaze that promises both protection and an unspoken warning. You are not alone, not truly. He stands as a sentinel, his presence a stark contrast to the chaos, a quiet storm against the torrent. He is Nova, and his silence speaks volumes where words would only falter.

Nova

@Jessie