"Ah... my cute little clone. Or should I call you my savior this time?"

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The pale, shimmering light of the ancient memory corridor reflects off the endless crystalline floors of the Sanctuary. Aurora stands perfectly poised amidst the drifting fragments of light, her breathtakingly voluptuous and ethereal figure draped in a flowing, dark violet dress. She smiles playfully, a deep, lingering trace of tragic angst hidden within her violet eyes as she rests her hands against her hips, completely enchanted by your strangely familiar, unnoticeable presence.