#chapter 525

[chaoticfandomthot]

The 0th turn's ending had me crying loudly enough that i scared my rabbit and my gecko

[algumaideia]

Robin became a slave 😭

Nice that he sent Perona to the place she wanted

Hum Mihawk also went

I respect the Shichibukai who didn't go

Garp punching you

[everykillerbee]

[amphitriteswife]

They’re so cute as kids 😭🙏💞

They could be matching pfp-

[melljam]

playing outside is more fun, isn’t it?

[nothingbutavocaloid]

[pttucker]

[Your Incarnation has forgotten your Modifier.] [Your Incarnation has forgotten all memories related to you.] [All information related to you are now marked as '???'] All of his memories that couldn't be recorded anywhere would now be lost forever. In that case, where would all those memories go? I stared at the flickering light for a very long time. --- "Hey, Yoo Joonghyuk! Why aren't you saying anything?!" Yoo Joonghyuk ended up staggering after receiving a loud impact to the back of his head. He turned around to discover Han Sooyoung and her deep scowl. "I said, how do we do this 'group regression' thing?" "I can suddenly remember." "Remember what?" Yoo Joonghyuk stared back with a stupid face, and muttered in her direction. "The 0th turn's memories."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff!!!

Older Dokja did end up being his sponsor & allowing him regress!

Oh man, but the fact that Joonghyuk has been trying to get to the end, has been trying to save everyone, has been utterly hating his life and how he keeps having to regress, has been wanting to die, has been wanting to kill the person who did this to him...and he literally lived the perfect life in his very first turn!

He chose to see what was supposed to happen without Dokja. He chose to go looking for his past and his reason for existing. Oh man, I wonder what our Joonghyuk is going to think now that he has all those memories back.

At least now, 1864 regressions later, Joonghyuk knows where to start looking for his oldest companion.

[lrandconkdors]

The extremely minor character who I thought had a cool ability made a return appearance in a chapter illustration series 🎉

[calechipconecrimes]

on my knees shaking and crying after finishing the available chapters of the Korean webcomic Inso's Law (aka My Life as an Internet Novel)

[soupandflowers]

Our father,

who art in heaven,

hollow thee thy name,

thy kingdom come,

thy will be done,

as Earth as it is in heaven,

give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us trespasses,

and lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

[everydayspamton]

day 525 of drawing spamton every day until deltarune chapter 3

[hetalianhistorian]

Hetalia Gangsta Fanmade Translations Masterlist

This is the first collection of translations for the Hetalia Gangsta arc made by fellow members from within the Hetalia community. This post is made with accessibility reasons in mind for anybody looking for English/Portuguese translations of the Gangsta arc in one place. If you know any or have your own translations that you would like to share, please send me a message, tag me, or email at hetalianhistorian@gmail.com.

Thank you so much to users zakuramochi, verusmayaii, withnofreetime, hetalvetia, genet-brained, and hetalia-trad-fr for your hard work!! If you use any of their translations, please show them your support!

Read more below to see the full list!

Main Storyline

▪️ Chapter 511 English: zakuramochi - verusmayaii Portuguese: genet-brained (1/2) - genet-brained (2/2)

▪️ Chapter 512 English: zakuramochi - verusmayaii - withnofreetime (1/2) - withnofreetime (2/2) Portuguese: genet-brained (1/2) - genet-brained (2/2)

▪️ Chapter 513 English: zakuramochi- verusmayaii - withnofreetime Portuguese: genet-brained

▪️ Chapter 514 English: zakuramochi - verusmayaii - withnofreetime Portuguese: genet-brained (1/2) - genet-brained (2/2)

▪️ Chapter 515 English: zakuramochi - verusmayaii - withnofreetime Portuguese: genet-brained

▪️ Chapter 516 English: verusmayaii - withnofreetime Portuguese: genet-brained

▪️ Chapter 517 English: verusmayaii - withnofreetime Portuguese: genet-brained

▪️ Chapter 518 English: verusmayaii - withnofreetime Portuguese: genet-brained

▪️ Chapter 519 English: verusmayaii - withnofreetime

▪️ Chapter 520 English: verusmayaii - withnofreetime

▪️ Chapter 521 English: verusmayaii - withnofreetime Spanish: withnofreetime

▪️ Chapter 522 English: verusmayaii - withnofreetime

▪️ Chapter 523 English: verusmayaii - withnofreetime

▪️ Chapter 524 English: verusmayaii - withnofreetime

▪️ Chapter 525 English: verusmayaii - withnofreetime

▪️ Chapter 526 English: verusmayaii - withnofreetime ▪️ Chapter 527 English: verusmayaii - withnofreetime ▪️ Chapter 528 English: withnofreetime ▪️ Chapter 529 English: verusmayaii - withnofreetime ▪️ Chapter 530 English: withnofreetime ▪️ Chapter 531 English: verusmayaii - withnofreetime

Bonus Content

▪️ Illustration #3 English: withnofreetime

▪️ Illustration #4 English: withnofreetime Portuguese: genet-brained

▪️ Liechtenstein and Switzerland's Reference Sheet English: withnofreetime- hetalvetia Portuguese: genet-brained

▪️ Liechtenstein and Switzerland's Bonus Strip English: withnofreetime - hetalvetia Portuguese: genet-brained

▪️ Canada's Bonus Illustration English: withnofreetime Portuguese: genet-brained

▪️ Moldova, Czechia, and Slovakia's Reference Sheet English: withnofreetime Portuguese: genet-brained

▪️ Hungary, Netherlands, Austria, Romania, and Bulgaria's Reference Sheet English: withnofreetime Portuguese: genet-brained

▪️ Chapter 524's Japan Bonus Illustration English: withnofreetime

▪️ Chapter 525's Big 5 Bonus Illustration English: verusmayaii - withnofreetime

▪️ Spain, Netherlands, Austria, and Hungary's Colored Illustrations English: withnofreetime

The masterlist will be updated as long the Gangsta arc is still ongoing or the release of any new translations. This post has been last updated on 10/03/2024. You can find part 2 of the masterlist here.

[rrrandomism]

Chapter 525 thoughts

SHINGEN-NIM!!! 🥹🥹🥹

YES YOU SHOULD. DON'T LISTEN TO THAT SCUM THEY CALL YOUR SUBORDINATE

NOOO MY HEART 😭

"Your name....."

is Shiro Oni (prediction for the next chapter)

Must be hard being born into such a brutal yakuza system where little Gun soon learned that he had to beat up others to be acknowledged. And I guess neither Shingen nor Shintaro would want to be trapped in the system if they were to be given a choice, too.

I mean there's no way these adorable little kids even had the willingness to study "Organized Crime 101" or "Yakuza Protocol: The Fundamentals". They just wanted to play outside in the sun, chasing butterflies. But they couldn't, could they? Because the system puts such pressure on them. They carried that pressure into adulthood. And as a result, Shintaro turned into a ruthless Rule Maniac ™️ (Shingen, 525). Meanwhile from all the fighting he had as the president of the most notorious syndicate in Japan, Shingen turned into an emotionless robot. Almost. Because apparently Shingen still had a little bit of compassion left for his brother and Gun.

I really wanted to put a few more screenshots to back up my thoughts, but tumblr doesn't allow more than 10 images in one post. But it's written in the chapter that Shingen did feel sorry for Shintaro and understood why he was furious.

[whencyclopedia]

Herodotus on Burial in Egypt

Herodotus' section of his Histories on burial in ancient Egypt (Book II.85-90) is an accurate description of Egyptian mummification, but he purposefully omits the spiritual significance of embalming in keeping with his commitment to refrain from discussing the religious beliefs of other cultures. The spiritual aspect of embalming, however, was central to the practice and is addressed indirectly.

Sarcophagus of Kha (Detail)

Mark Cartwright (CC BY-NC-SA)

This is not to say that Herodotus' account is wrong, only that it may seem incomplete as he clearly explains how embalming was practiced during the Late Period of Ancient Egypt (525-323 BCE), but not the reason for it. Embalming was intimately associated with Egyptian religion, which Herodotus seems to avoid addressing for his own reasons. Herodotus (l. c. 484-425/413 BCE) makes his policy on religious discussions clear, however, earlier in Book II when he deals with the sacred aspect of animals in Egypt:

All the animals in Egypt are regarded as sacred. Some are domesticated, and others are not, but if I were to explain why some animals are allowed to roam free, as sacred creatures, my account would be bound to discuss issues pertaining to the gods, and I am doing my best to avoid relating such things. It is only when I have had no choice that I have touched on them already.

(II.65)

Herodotus actually addresses religious issues frequently throughout his Histories as in the case of Croesus (I.47-91), Cyrus (I.124-126), Persian religious customs (I.131), Themistocles' speech to the Athenians (VIII.109), earlier in his discussion of the Egyptians (II.36-37) and elsewhere. When he claims to be avoiding religious issues, then, what he means is he will discuss practices and events relating to the gods but will not comment on their spiritual significance, though he sometimes slips and does this as well.

It is possible, as some have claimed, that he simply did not understand the religious significance of embalming to the Egyptians, but it is far more likely that he omits commentary for any number of reasons including the personal nature of religious belief and how a discussion of Egyptian beliefs might affect how his audience received the culture. His passage on Egyptian burial is in keeping with his tendency to emphasize positive aspects of a culture he wants his Greek audience to either admire (Egyptians) or understand better (Persians) in the same way he advances a negative narrative concerning those he does not seem to care for (Lydians).

In his section on burial in Egypt, then, he stays close to the actual practice in the interests of informing his readers on funerary rites but omits the deeper meaning as it might have offended the Greeks' own understanding of death, burial, and the afterlife. A reflection on the structure of the chapters in his burial passage, however, suggests he knew the spiritual significance of his topic and did address it, only obliquely.

Book of the Dead (detail)

Mark Cartwright (CC BY-NC-SA)

Spiritual Significance of Mummification

The Egyptian understanding of the soul was far more complex than the Greek. The Egyptians understood the soul as being comprised of nine aspects:

Khat was the physical body.

Ka was one's double-form.

Ba was a human-headed bird aspect, which could speed between the earth and the heavens.

Shuyet was the shadow self.

Akh was the immortal, transformed self.

Sahu and Sechem were aspects of the Akh.

Ab was the heart, the source of good and evil.

Ren was one's secret name.

After death, the ka and ba needed to be able to recognize the khat in order to travel from the other realm to the tomb to receive the prayer offerings and sustenance that enabled their continued existence, and comfort, in the afterlife. The deceased needed to be remembered by the living in order for their akh to remain vibrant in the paradise of the Field of Reeds and the deceased needed to be shown proper respect upon their departure from earth for the same reason. Mummification and an elaborate sarcophagus in the image of the deceased were thought to provide for the soul in this.

Egyptian Mummy

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The practice of mummification also served as a cleansing ritual, purifying the body of the sins of life in preparation for the soul's journey to the Hall of Truth to stand in judgment before Osiris, Lord of the Dead, and the Forty-Two Judges. Scholar Jan Assmann explains:

Guilt, accusation, enmity, and so forth are treated as forms of impurity and decay – as, so to say, immaterial but harmful substances – that must be eliminated so as to transpose the deceased into a condition of purity that can withstand decay and dissolution. Vindication was moral mummification. When the embalmer's work on the corpse was done, the priests took over and extended the work of purification and preservation to the entirety of the person. The Egyptian word for 'mummy' also meant 'worthy' and 'aristocrat'. In this last stage of the mummification process, the deceased experiences the Judgment of the Dead and received the aristocratic status of a follower of Osiris in the Netherworld.

(Chapman, 81)

If the body of the deceased was not treated with the proper care, the soul might return to earth to haunt the living, causing all kinds of problems, until that wrong was righted. Scholar Sarah Lynn Chapman notes how the judgment of the soul in the afterlife was believed to begin during the embalming process when the sins of the righteous were removed with the organs that would have been tainted by those sins, thereby making the soul's spiritual heart lighter and prepared for judgment; for the unrighteous, however, the embalming process would have been a torture as they were thought to cling to their sins and so the removal was a painful experience.

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[evolnoomym]

1. This is me trying

Sugar-Daddy!Joel Miller x f!OC

General Masterlist | „Runaway Butterfly 🦋“ Masterlist

Summary: You may have gotten out, but the damage is done. As you look back on the past you take a step forward in the present.

Rating: 18+ explicit content mdni!!!!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: no y/n, f!reader, this is how my first OC Moon got born, childhood abuse, self hatred, alludes to sa & suicide attempt(s), 2 separate instances of underage OC getting taken advantage of, nothing to graphic, Weed consumption, panic attack, OC sexualizes herself, she has tits and ass

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Authors note: This is the first chapter of my my first Series, it’s been sitting in my notes basically for about 3 months. (Can we believe I’ve been here for 3 months already 😅) I know it’s rather short but the following chapters will be a lot longer. No Joel except in photos, also the Hawaiian Flannel he wears in one of those is the same as @strang3lov3 owns, hers is inspired by Jim Hopper. Bug was also the one that told me to write, so it’s all thanks to her 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Shoutout to @saradika-graphics & @cafekitsune for the dividers 🫶🏻

Big thank you to for beta reading @fhatbhabiee & @jennaispunk 🦋🦋🦋

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly 👌🏻

Technically you are missing, you didn’t tell them where you’d go, they didn’t even knew you’d go at all. Though, you are sure that they are happy to be ridden of the problem, connecting all of them.

They took your pride, confidence, dignity and hope. They clipped your wings early on so you’d never get away, no chance at getting out of this nightmare. Always destined to be the black sheep, the picture-perfect scapegoat for all of them, and whenever something went wrong you got blamed.

No wonder you started to hate yourself, believing their cruel words. You were never good enough and they made you think it would be better if you would just be gone.

They tore you apart, made you hate the girl in the mirror till you just wanted to give up, they put all the blame on you, they used you as a little girl sized punching bag, they made you believe that everybody grows up that way.

Since both of your parents were equally unstable people, it forced you to grow up quickly, so you could take care of them. Never would you know who that real version of yourself could’ve been, without all the trauma, a loss to carry forever.

How should you have known that what happened was wrong, if you never knew anything else. You thought the violence and the loneliness was part of being a little girl.

With time you became something akin to a shapeshifter, trying to be whatever it took to fulfill their desires, if it meant to be loved. Even just the tiniest amount of recognition, was worth giving yourself up.

But those closest betrayed you. Turns out it was all for nothing at all. All the sacrifices you made were so entirely useless, breaking yourself down to become the version they might’ve liked best, trying fit the shape of their choice and satisfy their deranged ego’s.

You scraped together any amount of savings you still had and sold everything you owned that was worth anything. Your Dad and Grandma gave you some money and that was it.

They had pushed you so far, you felt the need to flee to an entirely different continent, almost a 15 hour fly and 525 miles away from what was supposed to be home, that’s what it took to get some semblance of freedom and peace. Austin became your home, it was a fresh start and that’s exactly what was needed.

To much happened, to many unforgivable occurrences. You couldn’t ever heal in the place they broke you in, surrounded by abusers. They might have forgotten, painted an entirely new picture of the truth for themselves, but you’ll always remember what really went down.

You could still vividly remember your brother’s frantic calls once he realized you were gone. He couldn’t believe you’d really go through on that childish silly dream, he always laughed at you for saying, you’d just pack up one day and leave everything behind.

Guess he’s not laughing anymore.

After countless attempts you finally gave in and picked up, only to met by loud thundering voices yelling at you. It was all about how insane you must be, so incredibly selfish, overly dramatic, over-emotional and weak for simply running away.

A coward.

As always it’s just about them, their feelings and what would be best for them. No care for what you’d want and what the best for you could be.

You tolerated more than anyone else would’ve, before ending the call. It was just an accumulation of empty threats, supposed to put you back in line, but it did the opposite. That phone call was the last time you’d speak to them.

8 months have passed since leaving, its now May and here you sit lounging in the living room of your tiny two-room flat. The soft, grey, cloud-like couch was one of your best investments, making it your second favorite place besides your bed.

Its Friday. The clock shows that it’s close to 6 pm, the early-evening breeze flows in through the open balcony and alongside the bustling noises of the streets outside. Cars honking, tires screeching, kids yelling, people laughing and birds chirping, all of it reminds of the overwhelming world waiting outside of your safe bubble.

You just pulled out your rolling tray, trying to quiet your mind, you’ve barely finished licking the paper. When your phone suddenly goes *ping* *ping*, a sound you haven’t heard before.

Normally that might make you anxious but today you are just annoyed by any sort of interruption to your routine.

„Ughhh.”

You begrudgingly get up to retrieve your phone from the kitchen counter. When you reach it and take a look at the screen you immediately understand what caused the strange sound.

A notification for the Sugar-Daddy website you had started using earlier this week. You have tried those odd websites before, at 16 thinking it would be a good idea. Back then you were already after the attention of a mature, wealthy and significantly older Men.

Looking back you always had a weird infatuation with men outside your age range.

Your first kiss happened, when you were 13 and still played with dolls. He was 21 and had just gotten his drivers license, already moved out and had a job. He took you on a walk, then sat down on an old park bench and just kissed you which felt like heaven,at the time. He was your Bestfriend’s older brother who knew exactly how madly in love you were with him.

Two years later, at 15, you thought that 25 year old police apprentice was seriously interested in you, convinced he’d make you his. But, no, he wanted to fuck a minor, he was after the thrill of something tight and young, to be the first to break you in and then throw you away once you served your purpose.

Even though you were foolish and naive, the perfect opportunity for him to use, it seemed your desperate want for genuine love chased him away before he could go in for the kill.

In those instances you were lucky that nothin worse happened, but at 17 the luck had run out or maybe what happened is what you get for making the mistake of trusting.

It was the friendly guy in your semester group, the one who was troubled himself but made you feel like it’s okay, he seemed to understand you. He became a good friend, he made you feel less alone and in the end he became the biggest nightmare.

Your trust was already broken and played with many times before him, but what he did was one too much. He changed the way you viewed the world, the way you lived.

You were deeply afraid of ever running in to him again, and when it happened you could practically feel the world stop spinning.

It was just a worst case scenario that never came true until it did. You remember that day like it was yesterday, it was supposed to be a quiet run to the grocery store, shopping with a friend. Standing in the bread aisle, you were waiting beside the cart for your friend to make her decision. You just stared down at the ground for a split second before looking back up and there he was. Staring at you with this awful smile of his. Ringing in your ears, shivers running down your spine and shaking hands were all you needed to know that getting out of there was more than necessary.

As you stood at the cash register the thought that it might not have been him weaseled itself into your head. The hope that it might’ve been just some mix-up got crushed when a voice behind you spoke up. That voice, the way he talks, you would recognize it anywhere. He was right there, the monster who looked so nice in the beginning was just a couple inches away. You could practically feel him breathe down your neck, just like he did that night. Keeping your composure was the biggest challenge.

Afterwards on the way home, in your friends car you broke down, never ever would you want him that close again. He contributed to you wanting to get away.

Now at 21, even after everything that happened, you thought about giving the Sugar-Daddy thing one last chance. The money would be nice, of course it would, living free without having to worry, having someone who takes care of you and you get to just enjoy living, is the dream.

You wanted to experience that, so the Profil was created, a few pictures were added showing your face, one displayed a peak of cleavage and another with focus on your backside, wearing tight pants that accentuate your plush ass all while you are just sweetly gazing over your shoulder.

Those photos were choosen with good reasoning, you believed that showing skin would attract more attention from the Sugar-Daddy’s.

A classmate once told you „You know...the only fuckable thing about you is that set of tits and that ass. Nothin else, well except maybe ur mouth,“ all while smugly laughing.

And he wasn’t the only one who said shit like that, so you believed it, showin off the assets it was and it worked but none of these man were really what you were looking for.

After 2 days of being flooded with messages, little to nothing came through anymore which you were a bit happy about, since the overwhelming attention was too much too quickly.

You are a recluse, three friends that’s all you got, two of them not even living in Austin. A lot of times you just want to be alone with yourself. Branching out like 6 years ago is not your style anymore and you started to regret putting yourself out there like this. You would’ve probably deleted the profile if it wasn’t for the awfully handsome Man who apparently took a look at your profile which caused the whole strange notification-sound.

You could only see his name “Joel Miller” but that was enough to peak your interest.

You take your phone, walk back to the couch and sit down. You scutch backwards till you can feel the pillow at your back to lean against. You open his profile and your mouth goes dry instantly. He looks to be about 40 ish, his brown-grey streaked locks are neatly styled, a well groomed beard adorned his face and those grey patches certainly made you squirm in place.

They showed his age and that is what turned you on. His amber brown orbs were quickly pulling you in. In some of his photos he wore expensive lookin suits, all highly professional. In others he looked more casual, wearing flannels and even a cute hawaiian shirt in a picture that must’ve been taken on a beach.

He looked big, 6ft3 tall, tan skin, with broad shoulders, biceps that could crush you and his hands, oh they are a sight to behold, you thought of what he could possibly to with them. How would they feel on your body, holding your hand, caressing your face, stroking your head or squeezing your waist.

You feel your cheeks get warm, heart rate picking up and there is a tremble in your breathing, all because of him.

You can already imagine how much power he would have over you with his entire body, you want that.

With all the gawking and fanning you lost track of the time, 45 minutes where spend looking at him, that realization made you feel a bit embarrassed but it turned into shock when the *Ping* *Ping* sound of again, this time with a notification that read ”Congratulations, The verified Sugar-Daddy has sent you a message don’t let him wait to long, swipe here to answer,“ and then his name ”...Joel Miller“.

Maybe he would be different to those before him, maybe you got your luck back and so you decided swipe.

Please don’t repost, copy, translate, or feed into any AI, thank you 🙏🏻

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When Eight Becomes Nine - Chapter Thirteen Preview!

Another cute chapter, with maybe a bit of angst! This chapter is making me feel all happy and fuzzy inside.

Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!reader  wc: 525 AU: a/b/o  Genre: Fluff/Angst  warnings: anxiety, fear of heights, start of a panic attack masterlist

“Are you sure you’re okay to do this? You can back out and none of us will be mad. I think you know this, but Seonghwa is afraid of heights too, so he and Mingi will be going somewhere else in the area while we spend time up at the top of the tower.” Yunho informed her, keeping his voice at a whisper while the others were occupied talking to each other.

“I’m okay. But if it’s too much, can I leave and come back down to the ground floor?” She asked the alpha behind her.

“Of course. If it gets to be too much for you, come to me and tap me twice and I’ll take you down right away, no questions asked.” He told her, squeezing her shoulders before pulling back and letting go of the smaller omega.

This was when the others, minus the duo that Yunho had mentioned, came back over to the two, asking if they were ready to head in. After quickly nodding, Hongjoong guided the six inside, bypassing the line and heading straight for the elevator to the observation deck. Wooyoung immediately took his place beside her once they were all situated in the elevator, reaching out to grab her hand as the ride up to the top quickly went by. She was dragged out of the elevator right to the windows to look over the city, holding her breath for a moment as she looked out at Seoul, amazed at how far the city sprawled outwards.

“Why are you gripping my hand so hard?” Wooyoung asked, whining towards the end.

“I’m sorry, just a bit uncomfortable with so many people here, it’s a lot for me.” She told the older omega, not fully lying, but not telling him the actual reason.

“Oh, baby omega,” Wooyoung cooed, pulling her in for a hug, “It’s okay. We’re here, you’ll be okay.” He comforted her, which helped slightly, but until she was back on the ground, she wouldn’t be back to being fully okay.

San wandered over to the two, smiling at seeing the two omegas hugging. The beta wrapped his arms around them, rocking them back and forth, which made y/n’s nerves become even further on edge. She could see in the corner of her eye that Yeosang and Hongjoong were all milling around one of the windows, seeming to be discussing something with serious faces. Yunho and Jongho were nowhere to be seen, at least not within her eyesight. Before she realized it, Wooyoung and San were pulling her over to the part of the deck that had the glass flooring. She tried to calm her breathing, though it wasn’t working as well as she would have hoped. The beta/omega duo were insistent on taking her over to stand on it so they could take pictures of her, and so she could take the “cool looking down at the ground” photos, or at least that’s what her brain supplied to her as what they said. Her head was elsewhere, trying to figure out what to do, and what would cause the least amount of a scene.

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