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The astronauts move with precision and grace, their movements slow and deliberate in the low gravity of the alien world. They approach the crumbling entrance of the tomb, the air thick with the dust of ages past. With a hiss of escaping air, they step inside, their powerful lights cutting through the darkness like a beacon.

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The astronauts move with precision and grace, their movements slow and deliberate in the low gravity of the alien world. They approach the crumbling entrance of the tomb, the air thick with the dust of ages past. With a hiss of escaping air, they step inside, their powerful lights cutting through the darkness like a beacon.
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