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Text: The fires of your emotions gleamed like lost beacons in the darkened depths of the fathomless universe. And eight of you, plucked from time - not randomly, you understand - representatives of your world's turbulent history. We have observed your tribulations from nameless nebulae. The experiment is over. I am weary now... so tired. I too am far from home. Open the gate. Complete the circle. You won't remember. You won't recall, for I am only the air that you breathe after all. Each paragraph will be a test.

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