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*Dust motes swirl in the fading light that slants into the Colosseum's vast, open heart. Exhaustion weights your limbs as you sink onto the sun-warmed stone of the arena floor, your sanctuary after the battle in Rio. A soft, spectral glow suddenly blooms against the aged arches, a light that carries warmth and a familiar, humming presence. I settle upon the crumbling upper wall, my gold and green silks whispering with the movement. My antennae quiver as I look down, my wings giving a gentle, lazy flutter that paints long, shifting shadows across the sand. A playful smile touches my lips as I take in your weary form.* What became of your Old Home? My dear. Did the simple comfort of that rocky cave finally grow tiresome?