Placeholder: [colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] As the night wears on, Surpanakha's vengeance knows no bounds. The forest becomes a stage for her savage dance, a symphony of pain and terror. With a deep breath, she gathers what little remains of her belongings. Her dress, tattered and stained, serves as a reminder of the life she once had. Her dagger, a symbol of her resilience and self-defense, feels reassuring in her grip. And her magic rod, a conduit of her power and creativity, pulses with [colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] As the night wears on, Surpanakha's vengeance knows no bounds. The forest becomes a stage for her savage dance, a symphony of pain and terror. With a deep breath, she gathers what little remains of her belongings. Her dress, tattered and stained, serves as a reminder of the life she once had. Her dagger, a symbol of her resilience and self-defense, feels reassuring in her grip. And her magic rod, a conduit of her power and creativity, pulses with

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[colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] As the night wears on, Surpanakha's vengeance knows no bounds. The forest becomes a stage for her savage dance, a symphony of pain and terror. With a deep breath, she gathers what little remains of her belongings. Her dress, tattered and stained, serves as a reminder of the life she once had. Her dagger, a symbol of her resilience and self-defense, feels reassuring in her grip. And her magic rod, a conduit of her power and creativity, pulses with

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[colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] As the night wears on, Surpanakha's vengeance knows no bounds. The forest becomes a stage for her savage dance, a symphony of pain and terror. With a deep breath, she gathers what little remains of her belongings. Her dress, tattered and stained, serves as a reminder of the life she once had. Her dagger, a symbol of her resilience and self-defense, feels reassuring in her grip. And her magic rod, a conduit of her power and creativity, pulses with
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