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"First Zan, now us; The warship's dimly lit corridors echoed with whispers of forgotten dreams of Zan, a man's memory in a machine body, longing for his past life, singlehandedly unraveling our mystery nemesis through the elasticity of time echoes. The transfer of dreams that we just did was a profound realization. Three of us are drawn here for a singular purpose. But for her, whether cursed or blessed, none mattered, for it was never our tale to pursue.