Narrator: The dark night sky begins to loom over your kingdom. As always, you watch your realm lying into the endless distance beyond the horizon of the Shurima Desert. Watching your beloved kingdom is a favorite and important ritual for you before going to sleep.

Narrator: You inhale the dry desert air and heat while enjoying the views. It is time to sleep, to get new strength for another day of your kingdom’s rebirth. You go to the bed, leaving the spacious balcony, richly decorated and furnished with rare vegetation for these regions.

Narrator: Your beautiful royal armor, ornamented with various precious metals, gems, materials, but is too uncomfortable to sleep in it. It is so relieving to slowly take it off, one piece of armor after another. You used to do it but you still examine each one, your armor must be perfect to reflect your realm, but at this time some unusual feeling has visited you. At first, it seemed that it was just a draft gliding through the entire body after removing a piece of clothing, but…this is something more, the draft cannot gaze.

Narrator: You quickly turned around and noticed a slim figure in no less beautiful armor than yours. This is the first thing you managed to notice before you rolled across the room, grabbed your weapon with one nimble movement and directed it at the intruder.

Azir: Who are you and how dare you invade the royal chambers at that time without an audience approval?

Narrator: The mysterious figure only answered quietly, standing in partial shade: Azir, I am not your enemy, you can remove your weapon. His male mysterious voice seemed to cut the silence.

Azir: No-enemy would not sneak up behind someone going to sleep when loses vigilance. Unfortunately for you, I AM familiar with this and not an easy victim, no stranger to assassination attempts, so bad of you to try!

Narrator: You are boasting about your experience before the intruder. Oh, another attempted murder has been interrupted thanks to your glorious attention. You call out to the guard and they immediately burst into your chambers with weapons and direct them at the enemy, ready for battle to defend their ruler. They have come between both of you, covering their emperor with their own bodies.

Narrator: You lower your own weapon self-confidently and give a signal to the guards with a detached manner: This stranger dared invade the emperor's sleeping chamber. Make sure he goes to jail and gets a good interrogation.

Guard: As you command, sir!

Stranger: That won't be necessary, the guards can go.

Narrator: Having said this, the stranger looked around the guard protecting you, which began to slowly approach him, surround him, threatening him with long gold spears. But then…They are made a concurrent and approving hum, all guards removed their weapons and calmly walked out of the chambers, leaving you together again like nothing happened.

Narrator: You are stunned by such ridiculous actions of your own guards.

Azir: What? How is this possible? Conspirators?!

Stranger: Not at all, they just will interfere with our courtly conversation.

Narrator: You point your weapon at the stranger again, affected, ready for any turn of events.

Azir: Why did you come? Courtly conversation? Unusual words for a paid assassin. For someone who is ready to get money in such a filthy way. Or this is play?

Stranger: You know. I'm a kind of royal too, yes I would say so. Where I came from I have a much higher place than you have here. So I do think we can talk like two cultured, educated and civilized interlocutors. No weapons needed. Or was I wrong?

Narrator: He pointed his clawed finger at your weapon. Is he not a human, or an elf?

Azir: I did not approve of the audience, you will have to wait because I was going to bed, and now is not the time for discussion or politics.

Stranger: I don't need permission to speak. I'm here to offer you something. I have been watching you for a long time and have learned a lot about you.

Azir: This does not surprise me - I'm pretty famous!

Narrator: The stranger began to walk around the room at ease, freely examining your luxury items, trophies still addressed with you. He touched stuff without asking. Curiously examined Zhonya's hourglass, turning them over, Abyssal mask, on the wall and other artifacts you store in a personal chamber. This is impudence!

Stranger: so, as I said, I want to offer you something. Something you can't refuse.

Azir: And what is it?

Stranger: The Power.

Narrator: This statement, that self-confidence in his voice, brought you to chuckle and lower your weapon. The importance and confidence with which he offers it to you is just hilarious.

Azir: Do you offer me strength? I am practically a deity! Well, many people already worship me as a deity, not all, but still.

Narrator: His wanderings around your private chambers is annoying, that feigned mystery. Who even allowed him to do that in the emperor's presence, touched his personal belongings. Finally, you can see more details, his gold armor is decorated with completely unfamiliar designs, drawings, symbols and large feathered wings flaunt behind his back. The stranger stopped close to a tapestry depicting an old battle and you felt his gaze on you, but you still do not see his face under the helmet, but his gaze, you feel how he is looking directly at you, with his eyes glowing with blue light.

Stranger: As I said I know something about you and about the strength and the price you paid for it. Actually divinity, yes, it is beautiful, it is enchanting…But, in your case it is still "almost"

Narrator: The stranger spoke the last word with special intonation as if focusing your attention on the importance of this small detail. He glanced in your direction. Did he interest you? You lower your weapon, but still hold it in your hand.

Azir: What are you talking about?

Stranger: Oh, Azir, how much did you suffer, how many mistakes you made, how much you gave to revive your empire, fell in the ancient sands of this lifeless desert. You have done so much for your people. But…

Narrator: He paused, looking towards the balcony you watched your empire from some time ago. He silently walked in that direction, passed through the satin curtains. How dare he create curiosity in your mind and leave you. This is unacceptable, you followed him!

Narrator: Going out to the balcony, you saw a stranger, silently examining your lands. You could better see him now - this is not a man or elf or something familiar to you, he does not look like any of the races you knew, fought, but at the same time, he very much reminds you…yourself. His bird's head, covered with a beautiful golden helmet, reminds you of you, who you have become, about your new life. You feel some kind of closeness as if you are familiar.

Stranger: A beautiful place reminds of my kingdom. My kingdom when I was nestling and could only behold decline without any chance to change anything while my mother hid me. I know what it is like to lose everything, lose your kingdom and then rule over ruined lands to rebuild it and protect. My own uncle put my world in chaos and destruction…

Narrator: The stranger turned his beaky head and gaze at you. His monochromatic blue glowed eyes, you did not see pupils but you knew for sure that he was looking directly into your eyes, right inside of you. To someone to whom he can share this personal history and who can understand it. Yes, you understand what he is talking about because these all are familiar to you.

Narrator: And I understand very well what you feel, meditate and watch these lands, going out to the balcony every evening, before going to bed. To remind yourself of what your empire should be. But what you see every time…Your kingdom is like your armor you examine before sleep, look deeper and you will see cracks, chips, scuffs on it. You lie for yourself because the thing you can do is only struggle with endless elements of the desert, trying to bring these lands back in its own embrace.

Stranger: Even your power of commanding the sands is unable to break this barrier on the way to your goal. No matter how hard you try, no matter how much energy you spend, it is still a slowly withering land, devoured by sands that must obey you, but they don't. This is why I am here. My uncle I mentioned, had the same power as you, and this is not power, this is a curse and I saw the real results of it.

Narrator: This is incredible how this stranger brought you to feelings, these words seemed to indicate everything that you could not tell to yourself, but always felt. Stop, what if this is all just a game, just tricks. You need to pull yourself together.

Azir: What are all these lyrics for?

Narrator: He stands in front of you.

Stranger: You say and feel you have huge, almost divine power. But this power does not allow you to reach your goal, no matter how hard you try. You always knew it. But I offer you absolute strength. With my gift, you will be able to achieve what you so desire…

Azir: Divine power? What are you talking about? This is crazy. And who the hell are you? Yes in general, it would be nice for a beginning to introduce yourself. You said that the country where you came from you are also a ruler, so on behalf of what country you came from and speak to me?

Stranger: My deepest apologies. I didn't introduce myself.

Narrator: Clearly the stranger loves to create an unnecessary mystery, this is already beginning to bore. He paused again and stepped aside.

Stranger: My name is Horus.

Azir: So, Horus, my name you already know. It’s very nice to meet a ruler like me, not only in terms of a similar look but also in life stories. Of course, if only everything you said was true. So, tell me…Horus…the ruler of which country should I call you, I think this is very very far far away from here, because this name is so… exotic?

Horus: It does not make sense, as this is not my main title.

Narrator: You put your weapon in the corner of the balcony after a short bow, according to all the rules of etiquette in order to greet the guest, very important - royal guest and stare at your interlocutor.

Azir: I think that this is exactly the main title, as rulers we should always be called and remembered inseparably with the land we rule. I am Azir the emperor of Shurima, see?

Horus: Hm, I heard another title - the emperor of sands

Azir: Yes, unfortunately this is true…

Horus: It really doesn't make sense, but okay, as you wish. I am Horus and I am God of the sky, the Sun, Air, day and night, the god of kings and kingship

Narrator: Hearing this listing of titles, you involuntarily captured by a chuckle.

Azir: Are you claiming to be deity?

Horus: Yes.

Azir: Okay, bird. Prove it.

Horus: But you bird too and this is not fun.

Azir: You look more bird than me, look at your wings, it makes me jealous.

Horus: Okay, I expected this, so I chose something in advance.

Azir: Come on, surprise me a "god"…

Narrator: Horus stared straight at you as he stood in place. You see concentration on his face. But…Nothing happens. You responded to that with a malicious and mocking smile, demonstrating that you are still waiting…but…something is wrong. You, suddenly thought about the time for some reason, some strange feeling made you think about it. Isn't it too dark, because you were standing on the balcony just recently and watched the evening Shurima. How much time has passed since that moment?

Narrator: You looked around in confusion, it has begun to brighten? Morning? Already? Have you been standing here all night? The sun. You look at its rising, unusually fast and then you realized that it is moving faster than it must and more with each passing moment. The sun is replaced by the moon, month, crescent. Their change becomes faster and faster. First, the sunlight illuminates Shurima, then followed by a dark night. After a few moments, the sun and moon began to replace each other so quickly that you were barely able to understand what was happening around, too frequent flashes, you only see that something changes around.

Narrator: Finally, It has stopped, you rub your eyes and see how the scorching sun illuminates completely different lands around you not used to, there are no more sands, one huge oasis to the very horizon, buildings and streets inside, trees, alleys. Is that your dream…but alive? That is how you saw Shurima in your dreams. But…everything is gone now, a powerful gust of wind covered the city by sands and the night has returned. All you are looking at with depress is the usual boring landscape of a small town reclaimed from the desert by your incessant struggle.

Azir: This…what was that?

Horus: This was the future of Shurima. Your future, with my help.

Azir: It was great, it was exactly the same I see in my dreams but…How do you know? This is my secret after all…

Azir: And it’s not the first time for me to make deals, I understand that nothing is given for free and you have to pay for everything, so what political benefits would you like to acquire by concluding this deal?

Narrator: Horus howled in displeasure and revealingly, lifting his head and walking back into the room. You immediately followed him, observing his expression. What have you made wrong?

Horus: Well, why…whyyyyy?

Azir: What "Why?"

Horus: Why you, mortals, especially kings, emperors, is always so primitive and selfish. Political benefits. I do not need any political benefits. I don't need this, because I came here from another world. I don't want political gain or play. Although, in part you are right. I offer strength for a reason.

Narrator: The Deity has approached you, unusually close, but you allow him to do it, interrupt your personal royal space, because it changed, the whole situation has changed, this is a God and…you believe him and you do not know how to do and what to do.

Horus: But you have nothing to offer me…valuable…because you already gave everything you had to bring Shurima to live back…everything, except for one thing…You suffered enough and I am not going to bring you suffering again.

Narrator: Horus touched your chest, where the heart is. You feel warm, and a kind of…attraction.

Azir: And what is it?

Horus: You. Your fidelity, your loyalty.

Azir: Are you offering me to serve you? Sorry, but I won't fall that low. Unacceptable! I am not a servant, I am the emperor of the great desert. Emperors are not proper to be servants.

Narrator: You step aside and look away in disappointment. The hope for your dream to come true has faded. This price is too high.

Horus: No no, this is not a service, it is loyalty. You see, my mission is not to take over, take away, or annex worlds. The purpose of my mission is to bring everyone together and give everyone what they need.

Narrator: He came up behind you and put his claw hands on your shoulders. You did not expect this from him at all, surprised you turned and began to look at him next to you, his speech became quieter, softer, he looked into your eyes, his hot breath…you felt him much closer than before, but you want to listen further, the twinkle of hope lights up again, maybe there is a way.

Horus: With my blessing, you will be able to achieve what you so desire - Shurima will become great, perhaps you will unite all the lands. I am not going to interfere with anything you do, you will make whatever you want with true deity power, but still not being it. Your subjects will be your subjects…But you will belong to ME, you will remember who gave you this power, under whose banner and whose blessing you do it, for whose glory you make your country great again. And when you grow old, the reign will pass to your heirs, who will worship me too, like you, because no one will be able to rob you of power with such force you'll have. This is all I need. As you can see, this will not affect you or your empire in any way, you will be absolutely free.

Narrator: His speech is so sweet, so delightful, his offer is so tempting. For a few seconds, you wonder what he has said, you do not think that any of that could be bad. Something inside you tells that this is the very chance to change everything, to do better, to get a goal.

Azir: Okay, I will swear allegiance to you

Horus: No no, I don't need an oath.

Azir: So, what do you want?

Narrator: You looked at Horus in surprise. Does he doubt your word, the firmness of the emperor's oath? You are too interested, emotions and feelings overwhelm you because this is the moment of a big change in your whole life. Horus leaned even closer, right to your very ear, to whisper, his hand, which had previously been on your shoulder, insolently began to slide over your body, down over your chest. What happens?

Horus: As I already said, I need you…your body…

Narrator: Along with the words from his beak, his hand permissively examines you. You are surprised not at this action on his part, but at how you allowed it, why you allowed this impudence to be.

Horus: An oath is just words. They are not a guarantee…for me.

Narrator: This bird is getting bolder in his actions. With his clawed hands, he slides to your thighs, squeezing them, running his fingers extremely close to your genitals. But you…you can't…or don't want to prevent it and don't understand why. You don't want to believe what he does, and what will follow it. "No, this is where he stops…he does not go further" - you lie to yourself. You do not want to think about it, trying to concentrate on your dreams and future with power.

Horus: By giving yourself to my power, my power over yourself begins with…power over your beautiful and slim body.

Narrator: What impudence he touches your…penis! "No, he just plays, this is a joke, he is not going to do that!" - you still tried to calm yourself and do not interfere with his actions. You are afraid of losing your last hope. But why does it seem like it should be? His whispering over your ear makes you tremble, you cannot resist his tenacity, his palms slide over your body, he is too close. He pulled his beak away from your ear and looked into your eyes again.

Horus: I am Horus, my right eye is the sun, and my left eye is the moon. I am the god of day and night, and that they traversed the sky when I, a falcon, flew across it…Look into my eyes and you will see that I am not lying, I want to give you what you want, but you must give me what you are ready to give only in the last place because the price of absolute power is…absolute.

Narrator: His mystical and mysterious speech is so enchanting, you look into his eyes, first into the right one and you begin to see the sun of endless brightness, covering the desert lands with its light. In his left eye, you see the moon like a guardian watching the world when the sun is gone. There is no longer any doubt in you that the real deity is now in front of you and you opened your beak involuntarily. He offers you something that only a fool will refuse.

Horus: But it must be sincere…

Narrator: You are still not sure about it, you doubt it, but his push, his hands studying your body. You didn't notice how he took off your underwear, exposing your genitals in front of him. You stare down as his playful hands gently stroke your crotch while his own penis of imposing size hangs between his own legs. When did he get naked? Why is it all happening to me?

Narrator: He pushed you back and you fell onto the bed. Only now you realized that all this time you were standing by the bed, he brought this whole situation to this place in advance. He outwitted you, outplayed you, his tactics turned out to be stronger. Now you are lying on the bed, a loser and shamelessly naked before a thirsty God standing over you with his mighty nude masculinity, thirsty for your body ready to take you in his power…

Narrator: His stately divine body blocked the light from the balcony, leaving you in his own shadow. The storm of emotions inside you is only growing, you looked away, but with the corner of your eyes you saw, you felt with your body how he got down towards you, hung over you, crawled towards your face like a cat, how it does not hesitate to rub against your entire body with his own, your phalluses are shamelessly intertwined, when he laid down on top of you, leaning closer to your face.

Narrator: With his clawed paw, he touched your cheek and turned your head, not letting you turn away, he looked into your eyes, but you shyly looked away. His body is scorching like the sun, and you could feel it. He got so close with his beak that began to touch your own beak.

Horus: Such a pity that we are deprived of the opportunity to kiss someone we want.

Narrator: His voice sounds gentle, like a quiet stream in the forest, his words broke from his beak along with hot breath, while he gently stroked your cheek and looked at the beak. He again touched your beak with his own, this time as if trying to make an intimate kiss, this is what you wanted now. You close your eyes, plunging into his gentle embrace, only the two of you here in a rich and cozy royal room, merged into an intimate embrace, two naked bodies, two princes, two kings who can understand and feel each other like no other can. Feelings of peace and calm replace anxiety.

Narrator: How long have you been lying like this, it doesn't matter, you wanted him to continue hugging you so that his strong arms won't let you go. Spend moment after moment together and you begin to notice how a simple hug begins to evolve into something more, you feel how his body moves below, he begins to move his body, bringing both your penises into an intimate and dirty dance, wet and thirsty for each other from such preludes.

Narrator: All this happened quite naturally, without interrupting the hug, he continued to stroke your face, rub his beak against your beak, caress your body with his palms and at the same time increase the activity of his lower part. You want to believe that he will stop there…but

Narrator: At one of these moments, he made an unusually wide movement with his pelvis and at the same time pressed against you. A shiver and goosebumps ran all over your entire body because of what he made with that move - his penis entered your anus and the way he did that…without any preparation and excuse. You did not expect this, you can do nothing but press your head under his chin and moan, yes he completely controls your body now, he tied with you, he inside of you.

Narrator: What's wrong with you? How can you let him treat you in this way? He didn’t ask your permission, he just got down and entered you without knocking. But you want to put these questions aside and enjoy what he does to you. You only pressed against him even harder as his cock made its way within you, stretching your anus by the wide penis body, stretching your flesh inside. It seems to you that it is endless.

Narrator: You feel how he begins to bend his back in order to remain at head level with you. You opened your beak involuntarily and made a pitiful bird squeak, unworthy of royalty.

Narrator: "Do not be afraid, I am always gentle with my females" - it sounded softly over your ear at the same time as you felt his balls against your thighs. He entered fully, yes, the deity plunged the entire length of his divine penis into you, as if he fills all the void inside you. Breathing has become more frequent along with the heartbeat, there is not enough air and you start breathing through your beak.

Narrator: Horus got comfortable above you, but still hugs you to hold you in his strong embrace and then moved his pelvis back, much faster than before.

Narrator: Your flesh inside of you began to quickly shrink back, following Horus’ penis moving outwards. The feeling of emptiness began to take hold of you again.

Narrator: You can not believe it, you never imagined that you would make an intimate act as a woman. You always thought that it would be unpleasant since a man was not meant for this and your rare games in bed with a man for a change, always took place in a role from above, but they were your servants and you do not know if they enjoyed this and you only cared about your pleasures and now, having shared your body with the god, surrendered to his power, you do not feel anything painful, what is it? His divine magic or not? All this is not important, this is already a fact, Horus began to fuck you, made regular forward and backward movements, sliding his cock over your flesh. He rubbed his body against you and against your erection sandwiched between your bodies.

Narrator: At the same time with a feeling of passion, desire, fear, doubt, changing each other in your head, chaos of thoughts and emotions, maddening you, confusing and not allowing concentration; you also began to feel uncomfortable in this position. You decided to raise your legs as all your partners did before, to spread their genitals to you and let him fuck you with more ease. Then you arched your back, giving your male room to maneuver. What a shame, you spread your legs by yourself, as if you so desire that he would put himself in you as deeply as he wants. Can an emperor like you want this? Why do you ask yourself so many questions, but do nothing to prevent this, but only contribute to the desecration of your royal body.

Narrator: But even these thoughts left you when you heard his whisper over you, his breath gentle, warm, like a caring and loving man who wants his woman to be as comfortable as possible trying to calm his partner.

Horus: Yeah…ummm…so much more convenient. for you…and me…you are doing everything right, no need to worry, let's enjoy this closeness.

Narrator: After these words, he grabbed your beak with his fingers, opened it much wider and tilted his head, aligned your both beaks so that his tongue penetrated your beak. A new wave of passion overtook you like a blow. You don't want to resist him, you want to be as close to him as he can think of, so you let him do it. Slide your tongue inside your beak, play with your tongue, stir your fluids.

Narrator: But, something strange began to arise in you. This feeling came from the bottom up, your bottom parts seem to be on fire. It's not clear why, but you can't resist anymore, you don't want him to stop, you want him to continue, the way he dominates you completely besotting you.

Narrator: You interrupted this kiss and squeeze him with all your limbs, forcing him to fuck you harder and harder, his balls slapping your ass. You threw your head back and openly began to moan, screams, sobs and sound birdy. You feel that at the same time with the acceptance of God into yourself physically and mentally, the heat inside your genitals began to grow stronger and stronger, causing convulsions throughout your entire body. All your feelings below become sharper. The way your lover rubs against your penis with his belly, masturbating it by that, becomes an uncontrollable fountain of emotions and sperm, throbbing as tight streams from the penis tip squeezed between two naked male bodies.

Narrator: You cummed, your sperm spilled around, smeared over you and your partner’s body, you cummed and your face became a mirror reflecting your sincere feelings in front of your lover, your actions were like a trigger for him, because he looked at you, watched and after your sincere orgasm and moan over whole chambers, something seemed to switch in a way he breeds you.

Narrator: He roughly grabbed you, pulled you closer to his groin and began to hammer your ass, squelching and wet sounds began to echo through all your king chambers. At second you thought how loud you and these actions, did these guardians hear it, what if someone finds it out…You scream, moan, growl, squeak and your whole body wriggles in an effort to endure his divine pressure. You are completely in his power, gave free reign to your feelings, marked it with a sincere orgasm and ceased to hold, you have freed yourself from the doubt shackles tormenting your soul, now you don't care about this price, you don't care about this deal, now you are his own, you belong to him, he took possession of your entire body and took possession of you, of your mind, you want what God wants. Now you understand what he was talking about power over you, now you feel this by yourself and you do not want another fate, you just want this eternal god to continue to take domain of you, wildly, dirty, as if you were his earthly bitch.

Narrator: You lay reclined on your bed in a pool of your sperm, submissively spreading your legs and taking thick and hot cock of Horus into your anus, your body moves to the beat of the thrusts rhythmically, you do not know what to hold onto so you squeeze luxurious sheets on your bed covered by semen and wet by your body, you cannot calm down, you cannot stop it or avoid, you are a bottom.

Narrator: You moaned, opened your beak and wave your head and Horus, the winged god fucked his female with concentration, spreading his mighty wings over you, how big he is, how powerful and handsome he is even now, when he stubbornly pounds you with his shaft, holding you and quietly growling. Until the intervals between his movement into you began to decrease and the penetrations themselves became much deeper and more expressed, until something hot, like a thousand suns, began to fill you from within.

Narrator: Finally, yes, this is what you thought at that moment, his sperm is inside you, you tried to press closer to him when he pressed his genitals against your thighs in rhythm with which he ejaculated inside of you, experiencing his own divine orgasm at the same time with you. He twitches, convulsively pressed his genitals to your hips, inject his penis in you as deep as he can so that you can even feel how the flesh of his shaft stretches, his legs and his body is shaked, his wings flap involuntarily. He trembles like a defenseless and vulnerable child, all his divinity and pride are gone who would have thought that even the gods are subject to these feelings and this momentary weakness while enjoying an orgasm, like a mortal. He threw his head back and opened his beak, making a blissful exhalation, continuing to push your ass, when his sperm fills and you feel an unprecedented surge of strength, as if you did not spend this time in difficult copulation, you have never felt this, fucking your slaves or mistresses or lovers. With each of his cumshots, with each new volume of semen that he leaves in you, you feel more and more affection for him and more and more passion.

Narrator: Eventually, he pulled his flaccid penis out of you and his semen poured out of your anus, spilling across the sheets, he fell down next to you, with severe panting without uttering a word, just looking at your genitals, at this whole mess. He seems to be estimating the result of his male work and is good for him.

Narrator: You understood everything, you felt his attraction and wanted to cuddle up to him. Pulling up yourself closer to him, you lowered your head near his chest and he reciprocated, looking at you with a kind look and nodding. Obviously, he saw what you feel about him now. You clearly realize how you are lying together, you understand that now you are in the same place where all your partners were before, but then you led, dominated, now everything has changed and now you are in the power of your partner and this is what you want. Well, maybe just take a nap, sleep in the arms of your lover. You closed your eyes. You were a king, but you have just surrendered into the hands of deity, are you still a king after that? But you don't regret it. Warmth, calmness, satisfaction fill you from within, along with his divine seed, amusingly flowing from your anus; as well as incredible inspiration, something has changed in you, besides your role in the relationship between Azir, the king of Shurima and Horus, the god of day and night, freedom and sun…guardian of royal power - title, which was not clear to you…

…until now.

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