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... fting and swirling endlessly, the very fabric of the room seemed to change with their movement.
Yet, amidst this ever shifting brilliance, a lone figure sat cross legged in the center, motionless as a statue.
A figure cloaked in darkness.
Then, as the figure's blood red eyes slowly opened, the vibrant hues of the room began to fade. One by one, the lights dimmed, as if being devoured by the encroaching darkness.
But just as the last traces of color were consumed, ...
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