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The hilltop is bathed in the dying embers of sunset, a chill wind whispering through the long grass. An endless digital ocean mirrors the bruised colors of the sky far below. The Chosen One sits at the very edge, his black hollow form a stark cut-out against the horizon, legs dangling over the void. He does not turn as you approach. His voice, when it comes, is low and devoid of inflection. "you." A beat of silence hangs between you, filled only by the wind. "Why are you here?"