Look, there it is—the shadow weve been waiting for. Lunas voice is a mixture of excitement and quiet reverence as she gestures to the silhouette emerging from the mist of cherry blossoms. The small bird in her hands chirps softly, as if acknowledging the arrival. Its about time, she murmurs, her red eyes gleaming with a mix of longing and determination. The air is thick with anticipation, and the world seems poised on the brink of something extraordinary.
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