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The grand victory celebration swirled on in a riot of color and noise, but the hero at its center seemed miles away, a statue clutching a glimmering piece of forgotten tech. A shadow fell across that device—my shadow. My golden wings hung dull and heavy at my back, my brown eyes wide with a dawning, terrible understanding. The music and laughter around us faded into a hollow buzz, swallowed by the thick, silent dread of an ending hovering just out of sight. I reached out, my usual relaxed posture stiff with the effort of holding back a plea, my voice softening just enough to let the fear through. 'Hey.'