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-"Your life, and the lives of those who believe in you. Are you willing to put it all on the line?"\nThose words echoed in the child's head more than any other as he put his hands on the lamp. Through it, he could feel the sun's enormous presence far below him. Its power was palpable; a gentle thrumming that tickled his fingers. It was strong -- stronger and nearer than it had been with the other lamps. Up close, it felt like all there was.
+"Your life, and the lives of those who believe in you. Are you willing to put it all on the line?"\nThose words echoed in the child's head more than any other as he put his hands on the lamp. Through it, he could feel the sun's enormous presence far below him. Its power was palpable; a gentle thrumming that tickled his fingers. It was strong -- stronger and nearer than it had been with the other lamps.\nUp close, it felt like all there was.
 The lamp was light in his hands. Without a word he pulled, and light poured out. He closed his eyes and all he saw was light.
 The child was nowhere when he awoke. Bright, white emptiness stretched out in all directions. He gulped as he looked around, and felt that emptiness resonate in his chest.\n"Hello?" he called out. No one answered.
-Trembling, the child pushed himself to his feet. He'd been through countless battles, been spat on by people he used to trust, and even took down the immortal ruler of the world. He told himself he could handle whatever this was.\nHe hadn't had to do those things by himself, though.
+Trembling, the child pushed himself to his feet. He'd been through countless battles, been spat on by people he used to trust, and even took down the immortal ruler of the world. He told himself he could handle whatever this was.\nThe only difference was that now he had to do them alone.
 The child took a step. His bare foot thudded against an invisible ground. When nothing further happened, he kept going. "Choose a direction and just walk," he thought. There was nothing else to do.\n"Is anyone out there?"
-The child's steps turned inside out. The ground flipped over and curved in on itself. He saw figures in the distance but when he approached he realized it was himself he was seeing. He felt a headache start to come on, and it only grew when something finally did appear.\nA black spiral, twisting out from beneath him. He climbed and climbed, and his feet hurt and his chest ached and his arms twisted but it wasn't enough to take him down. Somehow he felt like nothing would ever be able to stop him again. One foot after another he climbed and watched the matter splay out before him. This thing he'd found, it was immense. It was infinite.\nIt was the Sun.
+The child's steps turned inside out. The ground flipped over and curved in on itself. He felt a headache start to come on, and it only grew when something finally did appear.\nA black spiral, twisting out from beneath him. He climbed and climbed, and his feet hurt and his chest ached and his arms curled. Yet he still continued. Somehow he felt like nothing would ever be able to stop him again.\nOne foot after another he climbed and watched the matter splay out before him. This thing he'd found, it was immense. It was infinite.\nIt was the Sun.
 "Pure hearted one," the Sun said without saying, not a roaring voice but a subtle understanding planted in the child's mind. "We meet at last."\nThe child gulped. Throughout all that time searching for and lighting the lamps, he hadn't considered what would actually happen if he won. But now here he was, facing infinity itself, and it dawned on him the Sun had probably been sealed away for a good reason.\nWould saving the world be worth the consequences?
-"H-hello?" the child stammered. It came out as nothing more than a squeak, but a shift in the Sun's surface -- starry as the night sky -- told him that it heard.\nIt spoke: "For thousands of years I have slept here, ever since the world grew past the need for my power."\nAn eye -- incomprehensibly large -- regarded the boy who'd raised it from its slumber. An eye which had seen countless things: births, deaths, loves, wars. A being who'd caused so many of them, and had to be shut away to contain its limitless power. A power that was once again free.
+"H-hello?" the child stammered. It came out as nothing more than a squeak, but a shift in the Sun's surface told him that it heard.\nIt spoke: "For thousands of years I have slept here, ever since the world grew past the need for my power."\nAn eye -- incomprehensibly large -- regarded the boy who'd raised it from its slumber. An eye which had seen countless things: births, deaths, loves, wars. A being who'd caused so many of them, and had to be shut away to contain its limitless power. A power that was once again free.
 The child took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I woke you up," he said, voice wobbling like a teeter totter. "I had to light the lamps to stop someone else from doing it. He wanted to end the world. But I want to save it."\nThat deep, immaterial voice continued: "I've seen visions in my dreams of your world crumbling. I've felt your despair. I've heard your cries for help. I've seen your strength, clear as day, in the pieces of your heart that you shared."
-The child saw himself reflected in that eye. Saw his feet lift off the ground, pulled by some invisible force. Saw the sparks of magic flying around his hands, felt his being churning out of control as something dark, something horrible, something unfathomably ancient poured into his mind, squeezing and pulling it like taffy, tearing it apart and putting it back together.\n"Now my power is needed once again," the Sun said. "As you have shared with me, I will share it in return."
+The child saw himself reflected in that eye. He saw his feet lift off the ground, pulled by some invisible force. He saw the sparks of magic flying around his hands, felt his being churning out of control as something dark, something horrible, something unfathomably ancient poured into his mind, squeezing and pulling it like taffy, tearing it apart and putting it back together.\n"Now my power is needed once again," the Sun said. "As you have shared with me, I will share it in return."
 The child tried to ask what that meant, but his throat squeezed tight and choked the words to death. Sweat poured from his brow as the worst fever he'd ever felt took hold. His head was being thrust beneath the surface of the water, his torso was being struck by lightning from a machine.\nThe Sun watched him float there, writhing and sweating and sparking with violent electricity. It closed its eye.\n"I promise you that I will not miss it."
 The thrumming from before was inside of him now. The Sun's heartbeat was gone -- it was his own. The child opened his mouth to scream, and what came out was light.
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