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"Qh"

There was no name for her, for in her existence, even the name faded away.

She wielded a spiral sword, its edge cutting through the very essence of the stars, forcing them to collapse into supernovas or black holes.

In her void, all that was perished, and at the same time, all that could be emerged.

There was no name for her, for in her existence, even the name faded away...

There was no name for her, for in her existence, even the name faded away...