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The crimson dragon crashed through the ceiling in a fireball of hot orange flame, scattering the revelers into rainbow clouds of angel dust. “I AM THE MASTER OF MAGIC!

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But the time had come to say goodbye. "Be careful," she said softly.

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Suddenly, war breaks out. The drones swoop toward the human side. The humans send out a distress signal.

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Fireflies feed me diamonds in the forest green. Remember to remember, I whisper. Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer by this sun of York.

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I could see each person's experiences of joy and ecstasy like wisps, explosions, and tethers of colorful energy; a mass rising and falling in waves attuned to the rhythm of the music. How could I capture this experience and use it as a force for good? The stage was set for the final act of my story as a collector. And I would use this moment to search for ways to create magic outside of the confines of Arcana Manor.

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"May the wind guide you," the coven replied, their voices blending into a euphonic symphony. "And the rain protect you."

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The grand wizard stepped up, hit his rod in the floor and summoned a great diamond dragon who immediately attacked the crimson dragon. The dragons fought hard, their fire engulfed the room as the people fled in panic. The crimson dragon was winning, and the grand wizard looked desperate.

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Violet Petunia grows butterflies float blackbirds dive. suns set; bees sting ; ponds freeze; cheetahs pounce.

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I’ll never forget my first glimpse of the magical realm.

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The morning came, but the sun didn't rise.

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For our New Year's Eve party, I'm going to make cocktails based on the following recipe.

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Kone smiled up at the members of the coven, brushing her ash-white hair out of her face. She would always carry shards of them in her heart, equal parts ruthless and kind, as she ventured into the monstrosity of the wood.

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Fractal divisions of effervescent mycelium ebb and flow, crafting the ten dimensions of each bloom. A building crescendo of love and life coalescing in preparation to shake free from it's ashen slumber. A rose is a rose is a rose.

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We are infinite beings living in linear time. The entire universe is built into every atom of our bodies, but we can only experience its inexhaustible bounty fractionally, second by second. And we are running out of time. Abundance is a state of mind, not an objective reality.

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The ground rumbles and from the earth rises a shimmering miasma of dust - debris entangled with ash, light filtering through the blissful scene. A reminder of the halcyon days, when tree limbs swayed casually, moved by Mother's breeze and not the bellowing machine below. The perpetual din and and electric air. A static future.

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I followed the fox into the woods. The light grew brighter, the trees less dense.

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After months of being trapped indoors by the pandemic, the pure joy of being around other beings flooded me, vying with my disbelief at the otherworldly weightlessness. I’d never been to a rave before, and this was far beyond anything I could have imagined. The music and the performers were incredible.

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The worried droid stopped beside the huge window, it's metallic glass casting a Violet hue across the floor of the transport capsule. Xarg would be slithering off that ugly old heap of rusty steel he calls a spaceship any minute now... She shivered... and this time, it had nothing to do with the cold.

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There was once a group of apes who got rich by buying crypto. They got together and built a clubhouse. They called it Bored Ape Yacht Club.

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Spring rain. Decidedly certain of its intention A return to form. Fractionalized crystals of a delicate soul Make certain for rise of tropical birds Their paradise, discoverd. Heaven is grounded. A crimson glow, a warmth from within.

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Scarcity forces hard choices. Though the love in his heart for his partners was as boundless as the universe inside his atoms, he wanted to spend the planet's last remaining days with the one he loved the most. The woman of his dreams lay asleep before him, but it was another who gave his life meaning. She was a dancer, like him.

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How do you measure love?

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The governor of the planet's smallest moon had filed a formal complaint with the Local Solar Council. She was adamant that priority access to The Gate be restored for her personal security armada before the arrival of Extradimensional Director Xarg.

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Static, not quite winter. Snow descends into a glitched rain (unrendered). Noise, a note to follow, “Snow.” The cyber ashes beneath bright petals Deny life from return Until the warmth of spring Gives way to new vibrancy. It’s the only way to design a flower.

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Dark matter revealed itself in the movements of ash, snow, rain. The Reset had failed, and the errors were beautiful. “Life is beautiful, because it doesn’t last. It goes on and changes into something else, that is not life, but the next thing we live for.” – Joseph Conrad

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Hundreds of small ships patrolling back and forth are ready for battle. Drones and humans. They hold guard against the coming invasion.

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We are infinite beings with the entire universe built into every atom of our being. In every moment, you can look around and realize that all of this is for us. In a world of abundance, we are free to create the meaning of our lives based on what brings us joy, peace and gratitude – not on what makes us feel poor or lacking.

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She looked out at the vastness of space through a floating window, a curtain of solar wind whipping it back and forth with each breath. It was the first time in her life that the woman had felt panic. Her mother had never taught her what to do in this situation. Her father, long since dead and only half-remembered, would have laughed at the very idea.

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A flower never contemplates its existence. It's rules are formed through the abstract chaos of presence. Deceptively calm until the seasonal tide forms the next wave of blossoms. They will not survive the winter. An entire world has been washed away, a new one is born from the ashes.

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We've been hearing arcane whispers from the unholy structures of the Gawds. Some believe the fourth face of the pyramid will soon reveal itself.

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To my left, crowds of people were levitating and dancing in the ether. They looked like they had been beamed in from a fantasy movie, sporting colorful costumes and masks. To my right was a massive stage with elaborate lighting effects, where performers were performing aerial stunts and magic tricks for the audience’s amazement.