Placeholder: [Rosamund Pike] As the twin suns sank below the horizon, Rosamund allowed her ragged body some respite. Perched high in the tree, she watched flickering firelight dance across the encroaching shadows of night. Its golden glow played gently across her features, casting dancing forms upon the damp bark. Her haggard complexion was etched with tracks of exhaustion and defiance in equal measure. Yet in the fire's realm, for now she seemed at peace. Wrapped snugly in the nexu's black pelt, its fur exu [Rosamund Pike] As the twin suns sank below the horizon, Rosamund allowed her ragged body some respite. Perched high in the tree, she watched flickering firelight dance across the encroaching shadows of night. Its golden glow played gently across her features, casting dancing forms upon the damp bark. Her haggard complexion was etched with tracks of exhaustion and defiance in equal measure. Yet in the fire's realm, for now she seemed at peace. Wrapped snugly in the nexu's black pelt, its fur exu

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[Rosamund Pike] As the twin suns sank below the horizon, Rosamund allowed her ragged body some respite. Perched high in the tree, she watched flickering firelight dance across the encroaching shadows of night. Its golden glow played gently across her features, casting dancing forms upon the damp bark. Her haggard complexion was etched with tracks of exhaustion and defiance in equal measure. Yet in the fire's realm, for now she seemed at peace. Wrapped snugly in the nexu's black pelt, its fur exu

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