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Beside her, Lira shot forth, a youthful lady with wings like butterflies that held no fear. Within her grasp, she moved a sphere of vibrant life: a time protected by countless star protectors. It was said that this sphere could undo damage or block it indefinitely.
Elaria drifted in a void between realms, its eternal cherry blossoms descending without landing. In that place where enchantment mingled with shimmering wires and imperishable designs, the final conflict occurred.
"If we do not succeed, the stories of the world will disappear," she said, closing her eyes. There will be no reflection of affection.
She bowed her head, the breeze tangling her white hair.
When they met the dark dots that filled the city's pillars, the sky stood still. And during the fight, the ball burst into brilliance, showing that true strength wasn't about causing harm, but about remembering.
Since then, every night in Elia, the clouds are painted by the sunset, as if the universe didn't want to forget that love and bravery never soared to the end of the world.
