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The sun fades in the west. From the crimson abyss, the moon ascends. Its light takes shape as a sable leopard,…

The sun fades in the west. From the crimson abyss, the moon ascends. Its light takes shape as a sable leopard, drifting between shadow and radiance. A thousand years it waits. Then it rises, and its roar fills the heavens.

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