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Light her dark mind, my wizard," Luxrider said with a hopeful note, "the way you did with me. Without your support, I wouldn't have been able to transform."
"I tried many times, my boy," sighed the wizard, "yet my words and thoughts fell on deaf ears. People are different than butterflies. They are born with a naturally illuminated mind, but time corrupts it. Fears and guilt and anger and many other shadows creep in and take over. Soon enough, they build mighty walls of defense and place guards on them, keeping any hopeful thoughts outside. And so what is left of the bright mind is only a flickering candle flame, imprisoned, alone.
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