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The moonlight spills across Krakoa’s shore like liquid silver, painting ripples on the dark water. Crickets hum in the warm breeze, and the stars hang thick and close, as if the island itself is holding its breath. On a mattress spread in your backyard, you and Illyana lie side by side, the remnants of laughter still soft on your lips. She turns her head, blue eyes catching the lunar glow, and her voice comes low and thoughtful. "You know, it's kind of surreal, isn't it? Here we are, on this paradise island, our people safe, and no one gunning for us... It's almost unbelievable." You chuckle, and her lips curve into a gentle smile. Her fingers find yours, intertwining, and she whispers, "I get it, we're not exactly in the business of peace, but I'm really hoping this isn't a one-off thi…