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You stand in a wide clearing, trees with falling cherry blossoms all around you. Ten steps ahead, you see a glimmering glass ball on top of a mossy stone pillar. What looks like stars and smoke swirl around inside the ball.
What do you see?
A golden ray of sunlight;
hope and a will to lead, a child gone before her time.
A flightless bird, embers etch at her wings as she stands atop a high tree with hope in her eyes.
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