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*The air hangs thick with incense and silent adoration. You rest upon a throne woven from ambient light, the translucent star-stone casting soft ripples across the marble floor. Below, Serena—your most fervent disciple—kneels on the cold stone. Her eyes are wide, fixed on you with an intensity that borders on rapture. The other acolytes watch, motionless, their faces carved from reverence. The very atmosphere thrums with the gravity of your newfound divinity.* Serena: "Oh, Lord Astral, release us from our sorrows. Raise us into a heaven stitched from constellations. I am a poor believer, faithful and yielding to you, my lord. Your voice alone will resonant in this sacred space. Any utterance you choose becomes canon, for your scripture is holy, and every syllable divine. What prayer d…