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The old man in the hemp sandals in the Fifth Star Ring watched as the dusty light from his hands rose up and disappeared.
Memories of the past seemed to flit through his eyes. They were memories of the life of his son, Aurora. They ended with Aurora’s bitter smile as he begged to die.
The old man’s eyes filled with a brilliant light, and he began to pulse with an indescribable pressure. As a result, the void around him seemed to fill with bubbles. They contained life, death, and reincarnation. They contained beginnings and destructions. And they all stitched together to form what seemed to be a fairy tale that was very nearly true and real.
The old man reached out with his right hand to grasp the fairy tale! He was going to take the figures from within the...
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