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I have something better in mind after I get some sleep.
A decrepit ghostly shell of a little girl, a servitor with half its body replaced with cold metal stares blankly in the dark upon the withered blossom of a rose, her cybernetic eye casting a gentle pink ultraviolet beam on it pathetically dim as darkness threatens to consume the flower and extinguish the final shattered vestiges of her parents voidborn humanity.
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