score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, Shattered and sinking into an endless abyss of dying stars and ashen nebulae, her figure is a mere shadow of what once was. Her matted, colorless hair drifts lifelessly, caught in the fading remnants of a collapsed supernova. Behind her, a decayed spectral dragon looms, its translucent form flickering and broken, constellations burning out across its fading body. Ruined monoliths crumble around her, their ancient runes now cracked and drained of all power. No light remains in her hollow emerald eyes, only the void of something long lost—creation unmade, destruction unfulfilled. The trails of falling stars are nothing but dying embers, a silent funeral for a universe that no longer remembers her name.
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