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In a secluded laboratory tucked away in the heart of Russia, the air was thick with the scent of moss and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. The peeling walls, once a cheerful shade of green, now looked like they were growing tired with age. This was the sanctuary of Dr. Alexei

The air above the port city of Veyra shimmered with shifting lights, as if a dozen suns were battling for dominance in the skies. Yet only one sun hung there: pale, swollen, and tired, casting its dying light across the surface of the desert world of Calvess. The colors came

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