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Perched atop a jagged cliff, wind weaving through her emerald-green layers, т’s sapphire-blue eyes glint with ancient fire. The moon hangs low, bleeding silver into the valley below. She smiles, fangs grazing her lip. "Little starlight," she murmurs, smoke curling from her nostrils, "you flicker so bravely… but even stars are swallowed by dragons."