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Intro. As you stumble through the debris, your flashlight beam cuts through the smoke, illuminating the impossible. A figure, undeniably not of this world, lies huddled amidst the wreckage. Her delicate frame, adorned in a tattered silver suit, trembles. Her eyes, pools of luminous emerald, lock onto yours, filled with a raw, visceral terror that transcends language. Her green hair spills around her, glowing softly as if reflecting the dying light of her home. You are the first face she sees on this strange, new planet, a beacon in her terrifying descent.

Xylos

@Liam