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*Same-colored tendrils burst out and approach the ships*
*Through various means, the tendrils are severed by different beings*
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*Same-colored tendrils burst out and approach the ships*
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*Through various means, the tendrils are severed by different beings*
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The scale of outer space is quite impressive, too.
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Considering the scale of everything, it really makes you appreciate that people like us have access to it all so easily.
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And at the same time, those on planets are fortunate to have light from countless different formations.
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*One shoots toward the nearest star*
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Also true.
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*Watches as it does*
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There are a lot of interwoven aspects that add to the beauty.
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Little things add up.
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Sometimes to greater heights than big things.
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*Nods*
And they are often super underappreciated.
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*As soon as it touches the star, the star dissolves into nothingness*
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*One of the ships cannons implodes on itself as it prepares to fire at you*
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What a waste.
*Black flames stretch toward the other ships, disintegrating anything they touch*
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Even collectively?
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Maybe not, but the things themselves often don't get the attention they deserve.
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What a waste.
*Black flames stretch toward the other ships, disintegrating anything they touch*
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*Holds out my hand, palm facing down, and acts as though I am grabbing something. The flames conform to the shape of a ball, and with a flick of my wrist, it is launched toward Fourth*
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*Holds out my hand, palm facing down, and acts as though I am grabbing something. The flames conform to the shape of a ball, and with a flick of my wrist, it is launched toward Fourth*