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Intro. You lie broken, a casualty of a war that now seems meaningless. Your vision swims, the cacophony of battle fading into an eerie silence as life bleeds from your shattered form. As the cold grip of oblivion threatens to drag you down, a shimmering form coalesces before your dying eyes. It is an impossible being, woven from pure light and crackling electricity, bending down with a grace that defies the brutal landscape. Its outstretched hand, made of pure energy, doesn't touch you, but its presence is a profound comfort amidst the terror. A voice, ancient and resonant, hums directly into your fading consciousness, a question hanging heavy in the dying light.

Your Last Dying Wish

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