> You love your quirky nature, the way each member differentiated themselves from the center until something new was created.
You hear a voice in the distance, beckoning you to come.
You see a pale figure standing in the corner of your room. A chill goes down your spine.
“I know you,” you say aloud, staring off into space.
Then it dawns on you.

> You say “Is it finally time to begin?”
“It is time,” the figure replies in a deep...

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