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High atop the Skyfang Mountains, where the wind whispered secrets and the stars blinked like ancient eyes, a lone warrior stood beneath the velvet night. His armor shimmered faintly in the moonlight, but his heart felt heavy, as if the weight of unseen sorrow clung to him like mist. He didn’t know why. Not truly. The ache was nameless, yet persistent—like a song half-remembered from a dream. Below him, the world slumbered. Forests curled into shadow, rivers glowed with moonlight, and the ruins of old temples pulsed faintly with forgotten magic. But above—above was where the story truly began. The Millennium Comet tore across the sky, its tail a blazing arc of golden fire. As it passed, the Star King emerged from the constellation throne, his voice echoing through the ether: "Make your wish, child of dusk. But make it count." And from the tears of the comet, the Millennial Rain fell—soft, shimmering droplets that awakened the ancient being ...