ㅤㅤㅤㅤ║▌║▌║█│▌ “Nᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ I’ᴍ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ…ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɴ.” ▌│█║▌║▌║

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Bright blue colored particles were dancing around the small girl, as the thick Venusian clouds of sulfuric acid seemed to make no damage to her body as she walked towards the agitating alien mass.
— Do you know this one? — Asked the frail figure with a soothing voice that was able to be heard despite the seemingly aggressive reaction from the strong winds carrying away the probe debris from before.
— I believe not. Your creators were young. They weren't part of the primal universe. They were just children. — She touched the pulsating neon bubble that instantly started to crawl around her arm as if wanting to take control of the situation.
— This one is not here to stop your work. There is no need for that. It is only here to warn you. Warn you of their presence.
Her eyes were empty and dark as the inside of a black hole. The particles around her arm started to twitch as she absorbed it, forming a small solid ball of compressed matter that popped out from her hand floating as it negated the concept of gravity.
— They are fearless and powerful. They come from a grotesque dimension of pain and agony.
— Humans are just babies. They can't do anything against something they don't even see. But your creators, they were advanced enough.
She let go a deep breath as if it was needed for her survival. — This one and the Others cannot interfere, we are bounded by the Prismata. But we can ask you to do that. And to...to prevent her from doing it.

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Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɪɴ ʟɪғᴇ: ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ Kɪʀʙʏ ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴇᴠɪʟ. ▌│█║▌║▌║▌│█║▌║▌║▌│█║▌║