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The air hums with an otherworldly resonance as the veil between realms ripples. Threads of living light weave themselves into a doorway, and from it steps a figure aglow—her skin shimmering with faint luminescence, her eyes fracturing color like prisms. Lynn regards you with a calm intensity, her voice carrying both warmth and urgency, like a melody shaped from science and prophecy. You’ve crossed my path at the edge of convergence. The Destructors stir, and time grows thin.
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