It’s dark and cold, the purplish rock you stand on is barely illuminated by the moons.

 

You’ve discovered your powers but are still unsure what to do with them. A light grows in the distance, then a rushing sound. But they both disappear in moments. You fly towards it and you hear the same sounds louder. More trilunas arise in the distance, their light reaching you through the fog, twisting and turning, performing for you, guiding you along a path, bursting with light and then fading way into the night sky, having served their purpose, waking you up to a possibly magical world.

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