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There was no passion in the movement, no rhythm of life. Long had she known of this place, but never had her mind conjured the truth of such a strange labyrinth within a fallen star. It swelled into the shape of a vast silver clamshell, then the skin was peeled back revealing layer upon layer of decks and inscrutable devices of ancient magic in a glowing skeletal view. Prime looked slowly from Limeria to the empty grate, the disheveled Vara, and finally back to the armed Limeria.