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Awakening of the Dark Phoenix The Tale of the Dark Phoenix Legend of the Dark Phoenix: Ashes of Vengeance Read also:
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Awakening of the Dark Phoenix The Tale of the Dark Phoenix Legend of the Dark Phoenix: Ashes of Vengeance Read also:
Relatives of Dark Phoenix
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Awakening of the Dark Phoenix
In a realm woven from the threads of light and shadow, a gentle spirit known as the Phoenix resided in the Celestial Garden. Her feathers shimmered like the dawn, casting radiant hues of gold and crimson across the azure sky. The Phoenix was adored by all, her laughter echoing through the air like sweet chimes, bringing warmth to the coldest hearts. Yet, within the beauty of her essence lay a deep, untapped power waiting to be unleashed.
One fateful day, as the Phoenix danced among the sunbeams, she stumbled upon an ancient tome buried beneath the roots of a gnarled willow. The pages whispered secrets of prophetic visions, each line filled with a yearning for knowledge and wisdom. Compelled by curiosity, she began to read, her spirit resonating with the words etched in shimmering silver. "To seek the truth is to embrace the shadow within," the tome declared, revealing that the power of the Phoenix was not solely her radiant light but also the darkness she had yet to acknowledge.
Intrigued and daunted, the Phoenix began to explore the depths of her essence. Each night, under the moon's watchful gaze, she ventured into the Dreamscape, a realm where visions collided with reality. Here, she encountered specters of her future, shadows swirling with possibilities. With each vision, a different facet of her being emerged, revealing a tapestry of potential: a guardian of peace, a harbinger of destruction, a source of light, and an embodiment of darkness.
As she delved deeper, a figure manifested from the shadows - a dark mirror of herself, cloaked in midnight hues. This entity, known as the Dark Phoenix, embodied her suppressed fears, regrets, and desires. Though she appeared fearsome, the Dark Phoenix possessed a depth of understanding and strength that both fascinated and terrified the Phoenix. In a world where she had always been a beacon of light, the emergence of her darker self left her conflicted.
"Embrace me," the Dark Phoenix beckoned, her voice like a haunting melody. "To unlock your true power, you must acknowledge every part of yourself."
The Phoenix hesitated, torn between the love for her bright existence and the fear of losing herself to the darkness. Yet, the allure of wisdom danced around her, whispering of revelations that lay hidden in the shadows. In a moment of courageous clarity, she stepped forward, reaching out to the Dark Phoenix.
As their hands intertwined, a surge of energy coursed through her, igniting a cosmic transformation. A tempest swirled around them, enveloping both the Phoenix and the Dark Phoenix in a vortex of light and shadow. In that sacred space, they merged, their essences intertwining in an explosion of colors, a breathtaking fusion of creation and destruction.
With the merging complete, the Phoenix emerged anew - a powerful entity embodying both light and shadow. Her wings, now a magnificent blend of vibrant gold and deep obsidian, reflected the duality of her existence. She soared across the skies, no longer bound by the constraints of her former self. The celestial beings who once adored her now gazed upon her with awe and reverence, recognizing her as a guardian of balance.
However, the newfound power brought with it a burden. As the Dark Phoenix, she wielded the ability to foresee the fates of those she loved, often witnessing visions that filled her heart with anguish. Each prophecy she glimpsed came with a weight; she saw the potential for greatness and destruction in every soul. She learned of betrayals, tragedies, and heart-wrenching choices that lay ahead, each vision like a thorn piercing her heart.
Determined to protect her realm from the darkness she once feared, the Phoenix sought the counsel of the ancient spirits dwelling in the Eternal Abyss. The spirits, wise and enigmatic, listened to her pleas and revealed a profound truth: "You hold the power to alter fate, but the heart of a true leader is to guide others without imposing your vision upon them."
With this wisdom etched into her spirit, the Phoenix returned to her realm, her heart heavy with the responsibility of her gift. Instead of sharing her visions directly, she began to weave subtle influences in the lives of those around her. She planted seeds of hope, inspired acts of kindness, and encouraged her friends to forge their own destinies.
As time passed, the Phoenix learned to embrace her duality, harmonizing the light and darkness within her. She became a beacon of wisdom, guiding others through their struggles while allowing them the freedom to discover their paths. The once-innocent Phoenix transformed into a powerful guardian, a protector who understood that true strength lay not in control but in compassion.
And so, the Dark Phoenix became a legend, a tale of balance, wisdom, and love. The Celestial Garden flourished under her watch, a testament to the beauty of embracing one's true self. In the end, the Phoenix understood that light and dark were not opposing forces but two halves of a whole, each essential in the dance of existence.
Through her journey, she learned that only by acknowledging her shadows could she soar higher, guiding others with the brilliance of a thousand suns while embracing the mystery of the night. In the heart of every soul, she whispered her truth: "To rise, we must first fall into the depths of our own darkness.
One fateful day, as the Phoenix danced among the sunbeams, she stumbled upon an ancient tome buried beneath the roots of a gnarled willow. The pages whispered secrets of prophetic visions, each line filled with a yearning for knowledge and wisdom. Compelled by curiosity, she began to read, her spirit resonating with the words etched in shimmering silver. "To seek the truth is to embrace the shadow within," the tome declared, revealing that the power of the Phoenix was not solely her radiant light but also the darkness she had yet to acknowledge.
Intrigued and daunted, the Phoenix began to explore the depths of her essence. Each night, under the moon's watchful gaze, she ventured into the Dreamscape, a realm where visions collided with reality. Here, she encountered specters of her future, shadows swirling with possibilities. With each vision, a different facet of her being emerged, revealing a tapestry of potential: a guardian of peace, a harbinger of destruction, a source of light, and an embodiment of darkness.
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The Dark Phoenix exudes an aura of strength, standing amid smoke and fog in the shadows, as if it commands the room with its fiery energy.
"Embrace me," the Dark Phoenix beckoned, her voice like a haunting melody. "To unlock your true power, you must acknowledge every part of yourself."
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The Celestial Phoenix stands proud on a weathered pillar, its fiery red feathers illuminated by the golden light of the setting sun, symbolizing strength and renewal.
As their hands intertwined, a surge of energy coursed through her, igniting a cosmic transformation. A tempest swirled around them, enveloping both the Phoenix and the Dark Phoenix in a vortex of light and shadow. In that sacred space, they merged, their essences intertwining in an explosion of colors, a breathtaking fusion of creation and destruction.
With the merging complete, the Phoenix emerged anew - a powerful entity embodying both light and shadow. Her wings, now a magnificent blend of vibrant gold and deep obsidian, reflected the duality of her existence. She soared across the skies, no longer bound by the constraints of her former self. The celestial beings who once adored her now gazed upon her with awe and reverence, recognizing her as a guardian of balance.
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With her torch raised high, the Eternal Flame dances among the stars, her fiery essence weaving tales of wonder and exploration across the night sky, inviting all to chase their dreams.
Determined to protect her realm from the darkness she once feared, the Phoenix sought the counsel of the ancient spirits dwelling in the Eternal Abyss. The spirits, wise and enigmatic, listened to her pleas and revealed a profound truth: "You hold the power to alter fate, but the heart of a true leader is to guide others without imposing your vision upon them."
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This enchanting artwork invites viewers on a whimsical journey, where the road symbolizes exploration and discovery, all set against the mesmerizing backdrop of a starlit sky filled with wonders waiting to unfold.
As time passed, the Phoenix learned to embrace her duality, harmonizing the light and darkness within her. She became a beacon of wisdom, guiding others through their struggles while allowing them the freedom to discover their paths. The once-innocent Phoenix transformed into a powerful guardian, a protector who understood that true strength lay not in control but in compassion.
And so, the Dark Phoenix became a legend, a tale of balance, wisdom, and love. The Celestial Garden flourished under her watch, a testament to the beauty of embracing one's true self. In the end, the Phoenix understood that light and dark were not opposing forces but two halves of a whole, each essential in the dance of existence.
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Above the wild terrain, the Dark Phoenix takes flight, soaring over water and rocks with an air of dominance, its crimson wings illuminating the sky as it moves with grace.
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The Tale of the Dark Phoenix
Long time ago, far away, in the realm of Zephyria, where the skies danced in hues of violet and gold, lived a mystical creature known as the Dark Phoenix. Unlike the legendary phoenixes that soared high with their fiery plumes, the Dark Phoenix was enveloped in shadows, her wings shimmering like midnight clouds. She was a creature of both beauty and despair, a guardian of the night skies, destined to rise anew from the ashes of her own heartache.
Long ago, in her previous life, the Dark Phoenix had known love. She soared alongside a radiant warrior named Elysian, whose laughter could ignite the sun itself. They explored the vast skies together, their hearts intertwined in a tapestry of joy and passion. But one fateful evening, a great tempest swept across Zephyria, bringing with it an ancient curse. In the storm's wrath, Elysian was taken from her, lost to the winds of fate. Heartbroken, the Dark Phoenix surrendered to despair, her once-vibrant flames dimming to an ashen glow.
As centuries passed, the Dark Phoenix drifted through the shadows, her heart a barren wasteland. She watched over the world below, witnessing the joy and love of others while her own heart remained encased in sorrow. The nights grew longer, and the stars shone with a dull light, reflecting her own lost spark.
One evening, while wandering the desolate landscape, she stumbled upon a hidden grove bathed in silver moonlight. In the center stood a magnificent tree, its bark glistening like polished obsidian. At its base, a solitary figure knelt - an enigmatic sorceress with eyes like pools of molten gold. The sorceress sensed the Dark Phoenix's presence and beckoned her closer.
"Why do you mourn in darkness, beautiful one?" the sorceress asked, her voice smooth as silk.
"I have lost my love," replied the Dark Phoenix, her voice heavy with sorrow. "In my grief, I have become a shadow of my former self."
The sorceress nodded knowingly, for she had seen many hearts broken by the ravages of time. "To reclaim your light, you must confront the shadows within. Only by embracing your pain can you rise anew."
With that, the sorceress touched the tree, and a brilliant light enveloped them both. The Dark Phoenix found herself transported to a realm of swirling memories, a vibrant landscape painted with the colors of her past. She saw Elysian, laughing and dancing in the sunlight, their love illuminating the world around them. But the vision darkened, and she witnessed the storm that had taken him away, the despair that had consumed her.
"Embrace your memories," the sorceress urged, appearing beside her. "Let them fuel your rebirth."
The Dark Phoenix closed her eyes, allowing the memories to wash over her. She remembered the warmth of Elysian's embrace, the way he had made her heart sing. But she also remembered the anguish of loss, the pain that had shackled her spirit. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, and with each drop, she felt the weight of her sorrow lift.
As she surrendered to the pain, a flame ignited within her - soft at first, then growing stronger, enveloping her in a radiant glow. She felt the power of love and loss intertwining, forging a new essence from the remnants of her heartache. The shadows that had defined her began to dissipate, replaced by vibrant flames that danced with renewed vigor.
Suddenly, the realm shifted, and she stood before the sorceress once more. "You have embraced your truth," the sorceress said with a smile. "Now, rise and reclaim your light."
With a roar that echoed through the skies, the Dark Phoenix spread her wings, the flames of her heart igniting in a dazzling display of colors. She soared into the heavens, her fiery aura illuminating the night. The stars flickered to life, celebrating her rebirth. The darkness that once held her captive had transformed into a shimmering tapestry of light.
In that moment, the Dark Phoenix realized that her love for Elysian would never fade; it had become a part of her very essence. She could carry his memory with her, not as a weight, but as a source of strength. Her journey through grief had not diminished her love; it had transformed it into something greater.
As she flew through the skies, she felt a sense of peace. The Dark Phoenix was reborn, not just as a creature of shadows but as a beacon of hope. She vowed to help others who suffered as she had, guiding lost souls through their own darkness, reminding them that love, once kindled, could never truly die.
From that day forward, the Dark Phoenix became a guardian of the night, a symbol of resilience and rebirth. She taught others that embracing both love and loss was a path to true strength. And every time she soared across the twilight sky, the stars shone a little brighter, whispering the tale of the Dark Phoenix - a parable of love that transcended even the deepest of shadows.
Long ago, in her previous life, the Dark Phoenix had known love. She soared alongside a radiant warrior named Elysian, whose laughter could ignite the sun itself. They explored the vast skies together, their hearts intertwined in a tapestry of joy and passion. But one fateful evening, a great tempest swept across Zephyria, bringing with it an ancient curse. In the storm's wrath, Elysian was taken from her, lost to the winds of fate. Heartbroken, the Dark Phoenix surrendered to despair, her once-vibrant flames dimming to an ashen glow.
As centuries passed, the Dark Phoenix drifted through the shadows, her heart a barren wasteland. She watched over the world below, witnessing the joy and love of others while her own heart remained encased in sorrow. The nights grew longer, and the stars shone with a dull light, reflecting her own lost spark.
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A breathtaking moment as the emberflare poses in front of the setting sun, its colors igniting the sky, while the city skyline adds a stunning contrast to the fiery bird.
"Why do you mourn in darkness, beautiful one?" the sorceress asked, her voice smooth as silk.
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The dark Phoenix stands imposingly on the rocky ground, its wings spread wide as the full moon casts a haunting glow across the landscape.
The sorceress nodded knowingly, for she had seen many hearts broken by the ravages of time. "To reclaim your light, you must confront the shadows within. Only by embracing your pain can you rise anew."
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The Dark Phoenix rises, its fiery red feathers glowing fiercely against the dark sky, as the storm rages around it with bolts of lightning illuminating its flight.
"Embrace your memories," the sorceress urged, appearing beside her. "Let them fuel your rebirth."
The Dark Phoenix closed her eyes, allowing the memories to wash over her. She remembered the warmth of Elysian's embrace, the way he had made her heart sing. But she also remembered the anguish of loss, the pain that had shackled her spirit. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, and with each drop, she felt the weight of her sorrow lift.
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The Wildfire stands proud on a moonlit beach, its vibrant wings catching the light of the full moon, creating an ethereal scene.
Suddenly, the realm shifted, and she stood before the sorceress once more. "You have embraced your truth," the sorceress said with a smile. "Now, rise and reclaim your light."
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As night envelops the forest, friends come together around a flickering fire, where warmth radiates not only from the flames but from their shared stories and laughter, illuminating the heart of nature with their bond.
In that moment, the Dark Phoenix realized that her love for Elysian would never fade; it had become a part of her very essence. She could carry his memory with her, not as a weight, but as a source of strength. Her journey through grief had not diminished her love; it had transformed it into something greater.
As she flew through the skies, she felt a sense of peace. The Dark Phoenix was reborn, not just as a creature of shadows but as a beacon of hope. She vowed to help others who suffered as she had, guiding lost souls through their own darkness, reminding them that love, once kindled, could never truly die.
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Set against a stunning cosmic scene, the Eternal Flame, in his formal attire, looks toward the ringed planet, embodying the aspiration to explore the mysteries of the universe awaiting discovery.
Legend of the Dark Phoenix: Ashes of Vengeance
In a far away place, in the ancient, forgotten eons of the world, long before kingdoms rose and crumbled to dust, a great artifact known as the Obsidian Heart pulsed with forbidden power. This sinister gem was said to have been forged by the gods of chaos, its core infused with the sorrow of dying stars. The Obsidian Heart promised dominion over life and death, but its use always came at a terrible cost - a price exacted not in gold, but in the soul of the wielder.
In those days, a majestic creature known as the Phoenix soared high above the mortal realms, a guardian of life's sacred cycle. Rebirth was the Phoenix's gift, and with each fiery death, it arose anew, brighter and stronger, its flames a symbol of eternal renewal. But one Phoenix, driven by a desire for vengeance, would descend into shadow, becoming a creature of darkness and fury. This is the legend of the Dark Phoenix.
The tale begins with a rivalry between two ancient beings: Aetherion, the radiant Phoenix, and Nytheris, a cunning sorceress. For centuries, Aetherion had thwarted Nytheris's schemes to control the Obsidian Heart. Time and again, he incinerated her armies of shadow and banished her from the lands of the living. Nytheris's lust for power consumed her, and she vowed to destroy her immortal nemesis.
One fateful night, under a moon veiled in blood-red clouds, Nytheris finally succeeded in seizing the Obsidian Heart. Its power coursed through her veins, but the artifact demanded an unbearable price: her humanity. To wield its might, Nytheris surrendered her soul, transforming into a monstrous harbinger of chaos. With this dark strength, she unleashed a cataclysmic spell that shattered Aetherion's flame. For the first time in countless millennia, the Phoenix fell.
Yet Aetherion's essence was not entirely destroyed. His scattered embers smoldered in the ashes of his defeat, slowly coalescing. But when he awoke, he was no longer the same. The purity of his flame was tainted by bitterness and wrath, and his brilliant feathers turned black as coal. His heart, once a beacon of hope, burned with the cold fire of vengeance. He was no longer Aetherion. He had become the Dark Phoenix.
The Dark Phoenix emerged from the ruins of his defeat, seeking retribution against Nytheris. His presence cast fear across the mortal realms. Where once his flame had nurtured growth, it now consumed without mercy. Forests burned to cinders, rivers boiled into steam, and entire cities vanished into ash as the Dark Phoenix pursued his rival.
Nytheris, however, relished the chaos. She wielded the Obsidian Heart like a weapon, drawing power from the destruction wrought by her foe. Each clash between them sundered the heavens, but neither could best the other. The Heart's dark magic kept Nytheris alive, while the Dark Phoenix's eternal flame ensured his resurgence after every defeat. Their battle stretched across centuries, leaving scars upon the land that would never heal.
But vengeance, like fire, has a way of consuming its bearer. The more the Dark Phoenix fought, the more his essence unraveled. His flames dimmed, and his rebirths grew weaker with each cycle. The artifact's malevolent power corrupted even his immortal fire, leaving him vulnerable. Nytheris, sensing his fragility, devised a final, cruel stratagem.
The sorceress lured the Dark Phoenix to the Heart's resting place - an obsidian spire rising above an ocean of molten rock. There, she offered him a grim bargain: surrender to the Heart, and his strength would be restored. But in doing so, he would become her eternal servant, bound to the chaos she commanded. Desperate to quench his thirst for revenge, the Dark Phoenix agreed.
The moment he touched the Obsidian Heart, agony unlike any he had ever known seared through his being. The artifact consumed him, twisting his flames into shadows. Nytheris exulted, her laughter echoing across the volcanic plain as the Dark Phoenix collapsed, his wings smoldering.
But her triumph was short-lived. The Phoenix, even in darkness, is a creature of rebirth. In his final moments, the Dark Phoenix summoned the remnants of his power and unleashed a cataclysmic inferno. The eruption shattered the spire, engulfing Nytheris and the Obsidian Heart in a blaze so intense that the night sky burned as bright as day. When the firestorm subsided, nothing remained but silence and ash.
The mortals who survived that fateful night whispered of what followed. From the ashes of the Dark Phoenix, a faint ember arose - a spark of light that carried the memory of what once was. The Obsidian Heart was gone, consumed by the very flames it had sought to control. As for Nytheris, her name faded into obscurity, a cautionary tale of ambition gone awry.
The Phoenix, it is said, will rise again one day, free of the shadow that once claimed it. But the Dark Phoenix remains a legend of wrath and redemption - a reminder that even in the deepest darkness, the seeds of renewal lie hidden.
Thus ends the tale of the Dark Phoenix, whose flames burned the brightest not in glory, but in the pursuit of vengeance.
In those days, a majestic creature known as the Phoenix soared high above the mortal realms, a guardian of life's sacred cycle. Rebirth was the Phoenix's gift, and with each fiery death, it arose anew, brighter and stronger, its flames a symbol of eternal renewal. But one Phoenix, driven by a desire for vengeance, would descend into shadow, becoming a creature of darkness and fury. This is the legend of the Dark Phoenix.
The tale begins with a rivalry between two ancient beings: Aetherion, the radiant Phoenix, and Nytheris, a cunning sorceress. For centuries, Aetherion had thwarted Nytheris's schemes to control the Obsidian Heart. Time and again, he incinerated her armies of shadow and banished her from the lands of the living. Nytheris's lust for power consumed her, and she vowed to destroy her immortal nemesis.
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Emberblaze stands proudly on a rock, its wings unfurled in a powerful pose, radiating energy and fire.
Yet Aetherion's essence was not entirely destroyed. His scattered embers smoldered in the ashes of his defeat, slowly coalescing. But when he awoke, he was no longer the same. The purity of his flame was tainted by bitterness and wrath, and his brilliant feathers turned black as coal. His heart, once a beacon of hope, burned with the cold fire of vengeance. He was no longer Aetherion. He had become the Dark Phoenix.
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Enter the fierce presence of Demonic Pyros the Eternal, its majestic wings unfurled in a dark, fiery cave, where flames dance in an eternal embrace with shadows, a pioneer of the ancient realm.
Nytheris, however, relished the chaos. She wielded the Obsidian Heart like a weapon, drawing power from the destruction wrought by her foe. Each clash between them sundered the heavens, but neither could best the other. The Heart's dark magic kept Nytheris alive, while the Dark Phoenix's eternal flame ensured his resurgence after every defeat. Their battle stretched across centuries, leaving scars upon the land that would never heal.
But vengeance, like fire, has a way of consuming its bearer. The more the Dark Phoenix fought, the more his essence unraveled. His flames dimmed, and his rebirths grew weaker with each cycle. The artifact's malevolent power corrupted even his immortal fire, leaving him vulnerable. Nytheris, sensing his fragility, devised a final, cruel stratagem.
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As it gracefully navigates through the cave, the Sunfire, with its radiant orange feathers, transforms the darkness into a vibrant scene, where light meets elegance.
The moment he touched the Obsidian Heart, agony unlike any he had ever known seared through his being. The artifact consumed him, twisting his flames into shadows. Nytheris exulted, her laughter echoing across the volcanic plain as the Dark Phoenix collapsed, his wings smoldering.
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Amidst the downpour, the Phoenix of Rebirth spreads its wings, embracing the storm as a symbol of renewal and power, forever rising from the ashes of change.
The mortals who survived that fateful night whispered of what followed. From the ashes of the Dark Phoenix, a faint ember arose - a spark of light that carried the memory of what once was. The Obsidian Heart was gone, consumed by the very flames it had sought to control. As for Nytheris, her name faded into obscurity, a cautionary tale of ambition gone awry.
The Phoenix, it is said, will rise again one day, free of the shadow that once claimed it. But the Dark Phoenix remains a legend of wrath and redemption - a reminder that even in the deepest darkness, the seeds of renewal lie hidden.
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Rising through the skies, the Dark Phoenix represents the rebirth of fire and power, its wings a fiery display of might and grace.
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The skyline of a breathtaking futuristic city is illuminated by a spectacular aurora borealis, transforming the night with hues of green and purple. A waterfall flows majestically, integrating nature into this vibrant urban utopia, embodying harmony and creativity.
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