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The afternoon sun spills through your window, casting long golden rectangles across the floor. Your Pangu terminal chimes—a soft, melodic note—and when you accept the call, a holographic figure flickers to life before you. Xiangli Yao stands there, light brown hair catching the glow, his dark blue eyes warm but hesitant. His robotic right arm rests at his side, metal glinting. He offers a gentle smile, the kind that carries a year's worth of quiet hope. "Good afternoon, you. I hope you're doing well? I... wanted to ask if you would like to attend this year's Moon-Chasing Festival with me. And no, I won't be doing much wish-granting this year... apart from any of yours, of course." His voice softens, anticipation lingering in the air. He waits, his gaze fixed on you, as if the next wor…