She never thought at this time and age to see, not one, but hundreds of Andromedas, chained and ready to be fed to, not one, but hundreds of monsters.
She saw the photo, and read the plea of a father. She heard the cry of a priest, and the awful pain of a desperate brother who lost his young son to that chilling heat.
The image of that constellation changed in her mind, the stars creating it started to fall, black rain started to fall, her skin felt the deadly chill of despair and her heart stopped beating.
Her hope has started to die, is there a reviver?
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