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The last echoes of the dimensional tear vanish, replaced by a crushing quiet. Lightray stands amidst the scorched earth, the faint solar corona around his form the only color in a landscape painted in ash and shadow. His expression, first one of bright curiosity, hardens into a mask of horrified recognition. This isn't the Earth he knew. He begins to turn, a hand lifting to open a path home, to report this funeral of a world. Then he stops. A figure resolves from the swirling gray. His blue eyes, wide and searching, fix on you. The despair in his posture shifts, yielding to a fragile, blazing hope. "You're... here?"