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yolowritter · 3 months ago

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I was traumatized today...by the Ghost Emilie Au

Welp...@asukiess, you did it. You traumatized me. Renouned writer of angst and emotional damage dealer that I am, you destroyed me mentally. I don't even have a cheery intro for this post, my mind is utterly consumed by the thoughts of poltergeist Emilie Agreste. And I, of course, wrote something about it! Here it is and please enjoy! Also, for everyone else, this right here is where I got the inspiration. Yes I'm perfectly fine thank you! Being very normal about this! Anyway, here you all go! A scene where Emilie realizes she's dead for the first time! Enjoy while I go drive myself insane about what exactly she'd do to Gabriel and Nathalie afterwards!

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Emilie Agreste was cold. That she felt anything at all would’ve seemed a miracle, if the last shreds of her mind weren’t bogged down by a thick, blinding fog. Distantly, a tiny part of her brain—most likely a miniscule shred of sanity—perked up, gently reminding that she ought to be resting. But her deathbed was a warm, comfortable place. Gabriel had made sure to give her that much, at least when he wasn’t busy pacing ditches in the manor’s marble tiles, or tearing his hair out over the Grimoire’s untranslatable pages. Then, ever so gingerly, Emilie tried to move. Eyes still struggling to open, phantom dizziness plaguing her motor skills, and memories of raspy coughs all attempted to lay her low. She pushed past it, clumsily feeling for what must be a solid surface underneath her, even if its texture did not resemble the warm nest she’d made for herself on the bed she would depart this world from.

Then, out of nothing but pure reflex, her legs move, turn as she shifts the rest of her body, and Emilie Agreste manages to stand. It should be impossible, the logical part of her mind whispers, yet it’s drowned out by a cacophony of new sensations, all screaming inside her head. She’s standing up, with legs that haven’t been any use for months now. Quivers and aches dig into them like ice-cold knives; phantom pains she never had the heart to tell Gabriel about rip through Emilie’s skin all at once, and she almost topples over. Should have crumbled to…whatever floor there is underneath her, but the once-useless limbs don’t drag her down. Instead of dead weight, her whole body feels light as a feather, and the woman’s eyes finally snap open in full, from the sheer surprise of it all.

She’s…in the basement, Emilie notes. Standing on that little platform they’d erected for a butterfly garden, Gabriel’s small piece of paradise, filled with blooming flowers for Nooroo to zip through and give the Kwami some measure of comfort from his solitude. Very rarely did they use his Miraculous; there simply wasn’t a need to further mess with extraordinary powers after Adrien had been created. The steel catwalk looks just as she remembers, railings on either side and overhead lights bleeding a brilliant white that feels almost blinding to her still-adjusting eyes. Distantly, Emilie realizes she never fell down, is still standing no matter how impossible that should be. She looks down at her legs, sees them holding strong in a way she once struggled to remember. Gingerly, the woman takes a step across the catwalk, and then another, and another. Her heart skips every time her shoes make contact with the cold metal, but it slowly dawns that she can walk again.

Emilie is moving her whole body with nary a thought. It’s easy, almost miraculously so. As if the side effects of using the broken Peacock never marred her body…or there isn’t a body to afflict. She blinks at the invasive thought, almost laughs to herself at how ridiculous it sounds. Then, she pauses. A long, silent moment washes over Emilie, and she curiously taps her foot against the metal flooring. Not a sound. The familiar metallic clicks are gone, as if there isn’t anything there to make them. Surely that’s a mistake. Her ears must just be…wrong, is all! A tiny chuckle escapes through her mouth; she hears the laughter just fine as it fills the empty space, first low—almost inaudible—and by the end a deafening, manic sound that would rupture any human’s eardrums. Akin to nails being dragged along a chalkboard, Emilie Agreste cackles at the very idea; she’s probably just not used to being awake after…how long, exactly? The woman breathes, yet feels not the sensation of lungs pushing out along with her chest. Only the same, ever-present chill, which reminds her of a gentle breeze.

She pauses once more, before shaking her head and blinking the ridiculous notions away. Emilie forces herself to pace, focuses on miming deep breaths and pointedly ignores the way her legs feel weightless, as if autumn leaves would simply phase through, should she venture to the surface and then outside the manor. It’s cold in their little safe haven; a spot meant for keeping flowers year-round ought to be the opposite. Emilie looks down at herself again, sees the usual outfit on her person. By all means, the air shouldn’t be chilly…and yet.

The woman runs a hand through her blonde hair, mysteriously kept together without a strand out of place. She doesn’t bother questioning it, mind instead turning all attention to something else. Another, safer topic, one that doesn’t make the back of her brain writhe and wriggle whenever her thoughts stray towards its comprehension. Adrien. Her son, the perfect creation she and Gabriel had brought into the world. Emilie’s heart would sink whenever she thought of him, in her final hour. Or…what might have been, were she not awake and clearly conscious. She’d known that her husband, for all his love towards her, would be wracked by too much grief to properly care for him. But she’d trusted Nathalie to be there for them both, in a way that Emilie herself had simple become unable to.

She thinks to go upstairs, to see him again. Her mind still struggles to process that she’s awake at all—is being ravaged by hundreds of questions as to her current situation—and Emilie desperately needs a distraction. Something to hold onto, that’ll ground her until the air feels like it’s filling her lungs again, and the catwalk’s metal clanks against her soles. Maybe…maybe she’ll give him a flower. Another safe notion, to pick a flower out for her son. Something small, a dainty little thing like that daisy which had grown in their backyard years ago; later being gifted to her by the tiny boy she had made not even a decade ago. Emilie knows that this is a flower garden; there will be plenty to pick from here.

Every so slowly, she makes to turn around. The metal remains eerily silent; the air as cold as Tibet feels in her memories. Just as Emilie’s foot leaves the ground, a stinging breeze floods the open chamber…yet she doesn’t topple over. It’s odd; weightless as her legs appear to be, a light shove should send her tumbling down. She doesn’t sit on the thought, and gingerly completes the motion. With great care, the woman finally looks up from her feet…and sees an object she could swear has no place in the sanctuary. It's metallic; a plain, shimmering thing, without any of the exaggerated ornate designs she’d playfully chided Gabriel for adorning their new home with years ago, before Adrien’s existence had even been voiced as a vague idea. It’s shaped like a pod of sorts; the kind of thing people would step in for a few hours to quickly get a tan. There are two engraved sheets of metal at it’s front, looking like they slide open to reveal an interior. Emilie’s mind writhes as she curiously steps closer, starting to fiddle with the attached mechanism. What the hell had Gabriel put this here for? It was large enough to fit a person!

After another moment of fumbling with the thing in front of her, a sharp hiss sounds in the woman’s ears, almost coursing through her very soul. As if they’ve been used a thousand times, the metal sheets easily slide into the pod’s sides, revealing a glass case just beneath. Emilie takes a closer look; her eyes seem to dark everywhere but the interior, refusing to cooperate and sending incomprehensible sensations to her brain. She pushes through the mania; surely she’s just being paranoid! And with a shaky, miserably pathetic breath…Emilie Agreste raises her gaze, and looks at herself through the glass. Perfect. There’s no other way to accurately describe her look-alike. Resting in a peaceful, almost pristine slumber, hands gingerly placed atop one another at the waist. Had she still possessed the necessary organs, the blonde’s breath would have hitched. Her heart would stop beating from the shock alone, and she would have fainted, only to wake up in her bed and reveal this as nothing more than a fevered nightmare. Yet, the replica persists in its angelic existence. A wax statue in some morbid display case; it’s both everything and nothing like Emilie. Her fake’s smile lacks the slight mischievous curl of her lip which preceded a prank on Gabriel. Her eyes are sealed shut; windows to the soul forever closed. She looks as if someone recreated her visage from memory while never having met her. Maybe they were blind, a tiny voice echoes in the back of her head, electing a desperate giggle from the woman as she finally manages to take her eyes off it.

Then…the dreaded realization dawns on her at last. This…thing, it is her. Exactly what Emilie had always pretended to be. Perfect and untouchable, the best at even something as simple as existing. Desperately, she searches for a familiar warmth. A hint of her old smile. She leans forward to better see…but there is no reflection. Everything is gone, leaving behind only memories. A pristine, immaculately-kept statue for Gabriel to recall her by. White light washes over both the physical and spectral Emilies, blinding in its radiance. The chilling breeze persists, ruthless in its raging through the empty chamber. All sense of who the blonde truly was having vanished to the winds. She has no lungs. No flesh with which to breathe, no vocal cords to carry her voice. Yet, Emilie Agreste takes one final look at her encapsulated body, gingerly places her ethereal hand on the glass, and screams.

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yolowritter · 2 months ago

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A Perspective on Shadow of the Erdtree

Okay...we need to talk. There's really no good way to say this, but dear Marika, this DLC's storyline has caused a huge mess within the community! There's a lot of people who praise it, a lot who despise it, and many who claim it goes against previously established lore and ruins Malenia, Miquella, and Radahn's characters. I may have been away awhile, but it was so I could get as clear a picture on this situation as possible, and now I'm back to once again be a contrarian! Just like I won't stand for Gideon slander, I also shallen't allow Shadow of the Erdtree slander! To be blunt with everyone, I feel like a very large majority of the community is forgetting that these characters are naunced. As in, their personalities aren't black and white. Elden Ring is the Dark Souls of GoT, of course the main characters are going to be convoluted! So, in a feeble attempt to settle this insanity before we're all afflicted with Frenzied Flame, I'm going to give my own interpratation and thoughts on why the DLC's storyline actually makes sense, how it ties into existing Lore, and how Miquella, Malenia and Radahn have been misunderstood! Also, this turned out to be a very long post, so buckle up! This is your official spoiler warning for the entire DLC, so without further ado, let's get right to it!

Firstly, I should clarify that except for brief mentions, I will be ignoring Marika, Messmer, Metyr, Bayle, Midra, and the Hornsent in their near-entirety. There will be other posts on those topics in the future, I'm only here to talk about the main plot. And yes this isn't the first post I make about this, but I want us all to discuss it again! I covered Miquella the Kind in this post right here, but to give the TL;DR, I believe that we can have our cake and eat it too. As in, Miquella is exactly as kind and loving as Leda claims, and his behavior within the Lands of Shadow is perfectly in-line with his character. In the aforementioned post I explain that part of why Miquella behaves so...unkindly, I suppose, is because he leaves a part of himself behind at every cross. Which is why we can find his flesh, his eye, his love, his final doubts. Miquella indeed wanted a kinder, gentler world, and simply lost himself in the process, believing it to be a worthy sacrifice for his goals. I explain this in much more detail in my other post, so go read if you're interested.

The only addition I'd like to make is that I have a secondary theory: that his curse of eternal youth is clouding his judgement. Miquella is cursed to never grow, but that affliction is never stated to be confined to his physical form. Despite how marvellous a craftsman and brilliant inventor the Unalloyed is, considering he invented Malenia's prosthetics, Needles to drive away the Scarlet Rot, and a whole lot more magical muguffins throughout the Lands Between, Miquella is above all, still a child. Will forever be a child, due to his affliction. Hence, I don't doubt his intentions or motivations in the slightest. Leda is absolutely correct when she says that all he wants is a kinder, genlter world. That's what the Needle Knights were supposed to be, I feel. A force to battle corruption and sickness, just like Miquella's invention quelled the Scarlet Rot within his sister. However, Sir Ansbach is also right in calling him a monster. So...which is it? Well...the answer lies in Miquella's more childish behaviors.

Don't get me wrong, Miquella is a genius! Unmatched in his proficiency with Incantations to the point of impressing Radagon with his work! He also figured out enough about the Erdtree to attempt growing the Haligtree, and was smart enough to see the Golden Order's corruption long before the Shattering, since we know that Radagon gifted him the Incantation "Radagon's Rings of Light" as a gift of gratitude, most likely due to Miquella's contributions to Fundementalism. We should all be aware of this, and I'm not trying to "reduce" him to a child. What I'm trying to say here is that Miquella lacks the ability to grow. There's a lot of symbolism we could go into here about the failed Haligtree, but my main point is his worldview.

Just like that of a child's, Miquella's solutions to the world's promblems are exceedingly simple. As Saint Trina, he granted invigorating, dreamless slumber to those who couldn't rest. As himself, he granted refuge and respite to those hunted by the Golden Order. And to stop the violence of the world, Miquella wished to make a New Order which simply...didn't have the capacity for acts of genocide and evil. The Hornsent is actually a great example for this. Leda plainly says he'd be at our throats without Miquella actively preventing his murderous hatred from taking proper root, and Leda herself is a naturally suspicious, extremist person who does suspect everyone around her of percieved treason. Miquella's charm forces people to get along, because it's the simplest solution possible. It's what a child would do. If a kid doesn't want people (especially family) to fight, they'd just try to force them into being civil! Unfortunately, Miquella is a genius who decides some...unsavory methods are needed to actually get the job done, but that still fits, since Ansbach claims he think Miquella realizes how he's disrespecting Mohg by absconding with his body. This isn't a lack of intelligence, far from it, just a simple, selectively naunced understanding of the world. I'm not saying that he can't grasp complexities, he's almost a God for Marika's sake, but Miquella sometimes fails to understand the harm his good intentions are causing. He's not evil! Just doesn't have the life experience which leads normal folk into figuring these things out as we grow older, because the Unalloyed tragically can never grow.

However, none of this makes Miquella one-dimensional. Just because his idea for a solution is simple doesn't mean that his character is. Miquella is everywhere in Elden Ring, from the Minor Erdtree Church in the Capital Outskirts where the Golden Order Seal can be found, to Southern Liurnia and the Albinauric Village, to of course the Mountaintops of the Giants and the Haligtree itself. Despite his youth, he's in incredibly complex character who wanted to do a lot of good for the world, and did indeed act on those desires. Miquella offered a safe haven for the exiled and the hunted, he attempted to treat Malenia's Scarlet Rot, he helped a lot of people as Saint Trina! And in Shadow of the Erdtree, he earnestly wants nothing more than a peaceful, gentle world for all to freely live in. This is still the same Miquella we've always known, but circumstance pushed him to abandon more and more of his self behind (Trina included), leaving only the Empyrean, the God behind. No wonder he mirrors Marika's own journey so perfectly, having fallen into the same trap as the Eternal Queen. After all, it is as Trina says. "A caged divinity... is beyond saving." Miquella has divested himself of everything, and now remains only as a souless husk, which must be destroyed for the sake of his own original vision for the world! Forcing people to stop fighting does equate a gentle world, but he'd originally sought a way for true peace...which mind control is not.

This, naturally, brings us to the plan itself. And of course...Radahn. Oh blimey, what hasn't been said about Radahn by now? I won't go over everything since this isn't a multi-hour video essay, but there are some misconceptions I'd like to correct here. People are quite upset due to how SotE's Radahn storyline seems to "contradict his character", and point to Redmane Freya's dialogue as a source for such. However...Freya is never said to be a friend of the Good General. Jerren is, and their mutual vow still stands. Again, both Freya and Jerren are correct in their words here. She claims Radahn's place is the battlefield, endless war to satiate the rush of adrenaline brought forth by honorable combat. And she isn't wrong about this. Objectively speaking, that is where Radahn belongs. He assaulted Leyndell and attempted to claim the Elden Throne, possibly besieged Stormveil Castle since Godrick is said to have hidden from him there, etc. But Jerren knows his General far more personally, has heard his wishes and is acting on a promise made with Radahn. Hence, he's putting Radahn's own desires over the Good General's purpose in the world. Freya is being a good soldier, Jerren is being a good friend. Their opinions differ, but neither is wrong in their assessement of Radahn.

It is clear that Radahn wished for an honorable death in battle, hence the Festival that Jerren organizes. Freya is seemingly aware of this, considering that she brings Jerren up in conversation, but also has no reason to suspect that Miquella will bring Radahn back as some mindless husk. She's just a mortal, and has no way of knowing the dealings of the Demigods. Nobody, even Ansbach himself, had any idea about the (one-sided) Vow Miquella made nor the Plan, since it's the Secret Rite Scroll which holds that secret. And when Freya recieves his letter, it's unclear what exactly Ansbach has told her. Yet, it's entirely possible she thinks this entire matter is mutually agreed upon, that this was her General's plan all along. And like a good, loyal soldier, she rushes to obey and assist in whichever way she's able. There is no question over Radahn's personal wishes. It's entirely possible that he did want war unending at one point in his life, but he wouldn't have wanted this, being Miquella essentially turning him into a puppet. Neither is Miquella evil for doing so, as far as he's concerned they made a promise many years ago. From the Unalloyed's perspective, it's his half-brother who went back on their shared destiny. And as a final aside, "Consort" means "person with whom a destiny is shared". I know George R. R. Martin wrote the lore, but the word's time-appropriate meaning does not imply any romantic connotations. Considering we had the whole "Scadutree Debate" over pronounciation in the first days post DLC launch, we should be examining those older meanings more closely.

Of course, all of this leaves the question of Malenia. What the heck is going on with this woman? Forgive the personal viewpoint for a moment, but I've always seen Malenia, Blade of Miqeulla, as a stallwart defender. A warrior unmatched in skill, a powerhouse dedicated to the good of those rejected by Radagon's Golden Order, and a proud, honorable woman who constantly fought to overcome her horrible afflictions. Frankly, I believe that's how most of the community saw her until this DLC came along, but...quote from the Young Lion's Armor:

The golden armor worn by Radahn in his younger years. Proudly adorned with heroic red accents, it is fitting attire for a lion. When Malenia, Blade of Miquella, let the rotflower blossom in Aeonia, Radahn heard a murmur in his ear— "Miquella awaits thee, O promised consort."

This, naturally, means she was made aware of the Vow and Miquella's plans to share their new destiny with Radahn. Since again, in Ye Old English, "Consort" doesn't necessarily have romantic connotations. However, Malenia going to Caelid and unleashing the Scarlet Rot over the entire region just to kill Radahn feels very out of character. We haven't seen her be the most gentle of the Demigods, but Malenia is a woman of principle! She knows what she stands for, and has been actively helping Miquella harbor Misbegotten and Albinaurics in the Haligtree ever since Elphael's beginnings. She would never do something like this! Unless...

Admittedly the following is pure speculation, but I think I've found a way to preserve Malenia's character here. Rather, I think that considering Miyazaki's historic appreciation for familiar tragedies and good intentions paving the road to Hell, I believe the following explanation is somewhat intended by the writing of our beloved SotE. Allow me to take you back for a moment, to when first we suspected Miquella may not be as Kind as he appears. What were our main proofs? Mohg's mania possibly being a charm, and the Haligtree Soldiers' behavior. Now, I have no doubt that Miquella's actions inspired genuine, heartfelt loyalty from his people. Clearly, for the Cleanrot Knights chose to take Malenia's curse unto themselves to server under her. Loretta abandoned her post in Caria to serve the Demigod Twins. And yet, Miqeulla's broken Great Rune grants one the power to resist charms. The completed version? To inflict charms upon others! Exactly how Mohg, Ansbach, Hornsent and the others were put under a spell!

An extremely important clarification to make here is that the Demigods all got their Great Runes after the Shattering. Meaning that the Haligtree's supporters and loyalists gathered to Miquella since before he had this powerful tool, and were far more genuine in their belief towards his goals. As we've established, Miquella isn't some evil mastermind, he's simply doing what he thinks is best and trying to get people to stop fighting. As a reminder, he tried desperately to ressurect Godwyn using the Eclipse, since his brother's death was the source of the problem. In Miquella's mind, reviving him would fix everything. Yet, that plan failed. The Elden Ring was Shattered, and...quote again from the Haligtree Soldier Ashes:

Ashen remains in which spirits yet dwell. Use to summon the spirits of four Haligtree soldiers. Spirits of common soldiers who carry the sacred light. When weakened, they explode to deliver a last-ditch attack. This was the bitter revelation discovered by the desperate soldiers who awaited the return of their lord to the rotted Haligtree. May the flash of our deaths guide Miquella's return.

"May the flash of our deaths guide Miqeulla's return." Interesting tidbit isn't it? Well, we know how utterly devoted Malenia was to her brother and I have zero doubt this was genuine, but..."the mad taint of their newfound strength triggered...the Shattering" according to our introductory narrator. This sequence includes Miquella, who is already in Mohg's possession at the time! My theory? While Miquella had charisma and a drew in genuine faith before, his Great Rune greatly empowered his charms. Perhaps even caused them to influence people unintentionaly. Mohg's charm was directed and purposeful, and overtook the mind of a Demigod and fellow Shardbearer immediately. The Haligtree Soldiers were mere mortals, unable to resist a light which shrives clean the hearts of men. They were already loyal to Miquella, so when he vanished, that loyalty was twisted into an extreme devotion and a willingness to do anything to get their beloved, charming Lord back!

And who, dare I ask, was closest to Miquella during this time? With whom did the Unalloyed share his secret Vow? Malenia, the Blade of Miquella! Now, we know that he would never intentionally put a spell on her, he loved his sister enough to slave away in his workshop and desperately try to cure her affliction. Despite what some claim, we have no evidence that Miquella was "using Malenia", and plenty of the opposite. They had a loving, mutually supportive sibling relationship, and shared their truest selves with one another. There is no reason victimize Malenia in some attempt to excuse Aoenia...when an accident is enough to explain everything. She was closest to him, would be at Miquella's side every hour of the day, especially after the Demigod Alliance broke apart and everyone declared war (officially or not). Malenia would want to protect and never let Miquella out of her sight. The result? Her undying devotion being slowly twisted with extremities, with the growing belief that her brother's vision was worth any sacrifice, including her very sense of self. If Miquella's world was to be gentle and kind, then Malenia would do anything to see it through. Including letting go of her pride and self, and unleashing the Scarlet Rot to kill Radahn and let her brother's designs move forward.

It's entirely possible and very likely that Malenia thought she would die here. Caeilid was an enormous battlefield, and as we see in the trailer, she might very well have lost that duel to Radahn. And driven by her once pure devotion, now stretched to it's absolute extremes, Malenia did the only thing she could. She let herself go, for Miquella's sake. Because she had faith in him. None of this was ever meant to happen. Caelid wasn't supposed to be a wasteland. Godwyn was meant to be alive! Marika and Radagon should still be here, but they aren't! All that's left behind are their dysfunctional mess of a family, and a powerful child who simply wants to do right by everyone! But power corrupts through it's mere existence, and the Great Runes did just that. Rykard's studies into Magma Sorcery, for as interesting as they made have been to him, wouldn't have driven any sane man to give himself to a giant snake. Radahn grew up on stories of Godfrey, he wouldn't turn against the throne and his idol once held. At least, not normally.

The power they all gained through shards of the Elden Ring coming into their grasps released any inhibitions the Demigods had, and their ambition went unchecked. A mad taint, as it were, that caused the Shattering. Not only of the Elden Ring, but of their own family. And with their powers twisted and corrupt, it's no wonder that Miquella's warm light became blinding, all-consuming. The Unalloyed's well-wishes became an eternal commandment, and in this newfound, blissful blindness, Malenia felt her existing devotion only deepen further. Ironically, neither of them saw what was happening, and the plan went through...only, there was a hitch.

Radahn didn't die, Mohg went utterly insane since Miquella wouldn't recipricate the mania he'd cursed his half-brother with, and the Lands Between went to utter shite. Hence Miquella granting us Torrent through Ranni (confirmed by the first DLC poster) and the spirit-calling bell. Because he needed someone to finish what Malenia started...only, he too had lost himself to this blinding light, embracing newfound power and sacrificing it all for "The Greater Good", a good which he could not even see anymore! It's no wonder Malenia isn't mentioned by him at the Gate of Divinity, Miquella has lost sight even of his sister!

In conclusion, Elden Ring's story is a tragedy, especially the tale of Miquella the Kind, Starscourge Radahn, and Malenia the Severed. Shadow of the Erdtree only builds up on what was already there, in order to serve a complete, depressing picture of a plan to fix the world gone horribly awry, and a young boy being forced to make tough choices from which he won't ever recover. The last shreds of his love, the love Trina had for her other half, beg the Tarnished to slay Miquella, before his path into the blinding light leads him into repeating Marika's cycle all over again. I could talk about this for hours and hours, so I more than welcome a debate! Feel free to comment or reblog your thoughts, but I genuinely think my interpretations fits quite well with what we already knew of these three beforehand! Anyway, this post is entirely too long, so I need to go back to actually playing the DLC before my fingers go numb. I'll see you all next time, but until then, Stay Tarnised everyone!

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