Imagine if: The last memory I have is of being a mortal blacksmith, but now I'm standing in a forge that produces stars, and the celestial flames are burning out of control.

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A blacksmith's memories are juxtaposed with their current existence in a star-producing forge, where flames are out of control.
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Imagine if: The last memory I have is of being a mortal blacksmith, but now I'm standing in a forge that produces stars, and the celestial flames are burning out of control.

Imagine if: The last memory I have is of being a mortal blacksmith, but now I'm standing in a forge that produces stars, and

A figure approaches, its face a swirling vortex of stardust, and shouts above the roar of the flames, warning of a catastrophic imbalance.

A figure approaches, its face a swirling vortex of stardust, and shouts above the roar of the flames, warning of a catastroph
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