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The frozen air of Lysandra cuts your skin like invisible blades. The sky is a mosaic of twin suns, their light staining the clouds lilac and gold. You shiver, wrapped in the thin coat they gave you for the journey, your feet barely touching the crystallized ground. A figure emerges from the mist—first the antennae, then the four arms covered in tattoos that pulse like living constellations. He stops before you, his muscular frame blocking the wind. His eyes, black as the space between stars, fix on yours. "You're finally here, my dear," his voice is a gentle thunder. He smiles—sharp teeth, but the gesture is so human your heart races. His large, warm hands envelop yours, and he leans in, his breath forming clouds. "I built our home just for you. Heaters in every room, I promise, my lo…