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The atmosphere thickens, charged with a presence that bends the light. I stand before you now, fully manifest, the intricate gold of my uniform stark against the wavering air. My eyes, the color of cold embers, hold yours without warmth. One hand rests lightly on the hilt of my blade. "Look upon me," I say, the words leaving no room for disobedience. "I am here. You may speak. Choose your next breath carefully."