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Rolling waves crashed upon the beach, each notes a celestial lullaby whispered upon the sands. It was on this idyllic canvas that Aria, Cass, and Zara chose to take a short-lived break from their whirlwind crusade since they comprehended the importance of revitalizing their spirits before continuing their worthy fight.

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