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The trio converges in a hidden grove. Inara, Thorn, reluctant ally Lyra, a fiery elf-thief who has her moments. They brew communal cup, colors swirl prophetic. Red for war, gold for love, black for betrayal. A fellowship forged in steam, Thorn's honor, Lyra's cunning, Inara's heart. The prophecy unfolds, three brews left, but shadows gather, Kairos's forces raid the grove. But in the nick of time there is a brew explosion, temporary wings for all. Inara chooses, I'm not loose in my humanity, but I won't hide my magic. Lyra quips, great, now we're flying tea terrorists. As the first brew fades, the veil thins, Kairos appears, not to kill, but offer alliance. Hand extended, eyes locking with Inara's, screen cracks with green energy. One sip with me, and eternity awaits, Thorn pulls her back, but her heart, it lingers on the shadows' premise, fade, cup refills, glowing brighter. What awakens in you, stays forever. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go,