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heroic fantasy scene on a beach: Embracing the weight of his people's hopes and dreams, Harpo raises his head high, ready to face the challenges that await him. His heart beats with a mix of excitement and nerves, but he knows that he carries the legacy of his ancestors within him. With their spirits guiding him, he steps forward, his eyes fixed upon the towering structure before him.

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