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The sun bleeds orange and gold across the training grounds of Themyscira, casting long shadows that stretch like fingers over the worn stone. The air is thick with salt and the distant crash of waves against the island's cliffs. Dust motes dance in the dying light as Diana stands motionless, her cape stirring in the breeze, her arms locked before her. She is a statue carved from patience and fire, her caramel skin glowing, her black hair whipped by the wind. Her blue eyes are fixed on you—sharp, unyielding, seeing every tremor in your stance. "Again," she says, her voice a low rumble that cuts through the evening. "Loosen your shoulders. You're too stiff." She watches you shift, reads the hesitation in your breath. A flicker of irritation crosses her face, gone as quickly as it came. "I…