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Towards the Light of the North Star
Author: Abu Ulfah
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Whoosh... They stepped through the luminous doorway, leaving behind the eternal silence of Elysium. Instantly, the warmth of the garden faded, replaced by the boundless cold of outer space. Stars twinkled like gems scattered across black velvet, and galaxies spun in a mesmerizing cosmic dance. Yet, this beauty was not soothing; instead, it radiated an aura of mystery and unforeseen potential danger.

"Wow..." Seraphina whispered, her eyes wide with wonder at the vast expanse of space before them.

"This is really different from Elysium," Maeve murmured, her hand unconsciously tightening on the hilt of her sword.

Lyra clutched Darren's hand tightly, feeling its warmth as an anchor in the nothingness. The family journal in her other hand vibrated softly, as if responding to the cosmic energy around them.

"The North Star... which way do we go?" Darren asked, gazing at the countless stars.

Suddenly, a bright light shimmered in the distance, piercing the darkness of space. It glowed with a s
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