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As the sun ascended on the scorched planet Eternity, the sky mirrored a slow transition of colors, signaling the Moon’s melancholic vigil over the bustling human realm below. From the cosmic depths, his light heralded decay and opportunity intertwined, whispering tales of wretched souls entwined with electronic pulses from the Earth’s heart. In this hopeful morning, it seemed the world collectively held its breath, as a flood of news swept across portal screens. EU’s Kaja Kallas declared that Iran's Revolutionary Guards had been added to the terrorist list; a response to the brutality whispering through Tehran’s streets. And in a city’s fading light in Gaza, Sasha Troufanov emerged from shadows of captivity, celebrating his spirit after surviving unnumbered sleepless nights. Amidst this civil cacophony, France’s parliament grappled with modernity and decided to rid itself of the concept of marital duty to have sex. While one scribed history seemingly with ease, another appeared to emerge victorious from tumultuous encounters. On the streets where remnants of once vibrant chaos lay crumbling, Russia had exchanged a thousand bodies with Ukraine - a fragment of the war’s quiet darkness finally delivered. No one could have predicted peace would take the form of shadows manifesting into a palette of colors. Not far beyond the veils of October pilots, the silvery visage of the Moon encountered the reticence of governments, baffled by potatoes pouring from German farms as they embarked on their 'Great Potato Rescue' to save millions from disdainful waste. Just as a distant whisper spoke of Melania Trump fading from South African screens, could this be the moment for the US president to engage with the old mandates of time? Amongst this unsettling panorama, an emotional Sailor Moon leaned against the stones of time. - "I’ve seen it all, - she sighed, her gaze heavy with the Moon’s sorrow. – The Moon seems to weep for the future! Can we, as a cosmic community, reinterpret these evil maneuvers?" Her words hung like fragile threads in the air. Nearby, leaning into sarcasm, Deadpool quipped. - "Yeah, Moon, - he laughed, - maybe it's just shedding tears because it can't choose its outfit for the dance?" Sailor Moon gave him a disapproving look, her large eyes shimmering with indignation. - "Deadpool, this isn’t a joke! People are suffering, and you stand here throwing quips! After all these years, the Moon is still here with us!" - "Exactly because of its thirst to make everyone happy! Can I be the Moon’s official representative?" - he asked, alluding to his ever-elusive card, dreaming of an untethered future. - "Everyone shows their true nature! Yet, those who survived the painful chains are far too many! It's not time to be angry, but to act!" - she reiterated, raising her hand toward the sky. - "Really? Who’s going to play the banjo then? I’ll make a blockbusting film out of this!" - Deadpool shot back, hinting that unpredictability had become his very nature. Guided by new and old technologies, our heroes stood together, desiring to find answers amid a world filled with vibrant echoes and failures. An unfolding illusion within the distant lights began to meld harmoniously as they stirred deep within the archives of humanity, once more grasping at the chance of redemption. It was indeed a powerful moment, though the air was burdened, stripped of the gestures made. The news continued to illuminate their narratives filling the screens around them. Yet, they lived, facing new expectations towards old dreams. Firmly standing on the shores of Eternity, a diminutive flower had produced its petals, carrying with it the weight of hope. On this night of spring, beneath the Icy Arc, new horizons opened, inviting all to embark upon their journey alongside them in the Moon’s distance.